[Christian Underwood]

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First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 11/12/2016
England: 04:59am Sunday 11/13/2016

[Dmitri]

  Close to Moscow, Russia

November 7th, 2016

The wind blows as we stand near the river the Moskva that flows 90 miles west from Moscow. We see a figure sitting down at the edge of the river, watching the steady flow from it. The figure is clothed in an old suit with a long winter coat surrounding him. He has a bottle next to him with a red liquid inside of it, a blank tag is on the bottle that seems to be as old as time itself. The figure reaches towards the bottle with his bare hand, having black finger paint covering it.

Sometimes It’s best to move back home, especially when you haven’t been here for too long. Makes you wonder why don’t you agree??

A female figure emerges behind him, wearing a long coat as her back is turned towards the camera. Her hair is as black as coal as it is the same female that we have witnessed for the first time last week when she seemingly tortured Dmitri, seeming to be the maker of the vampire Dmitri.

Are we getting all sentimental Dmitri?? Last week I had to torture you to the point that you changed your behaviour and remembered who you are… and now you are seemingly Homesick?? How ridiculous Dmitri

The vampire stares silently towards the river, his eyes is dark as ever as the look on his face is one of anger.

Don’t tell me you got upset now Dmitri?? I mean seriously, you are showing more human emotions than those fools dare to show on a daily basis these days.

You suggesting that I’m getting soft???  Really Ae….

The female grabs Dmitri by the hair, pulling his head backwards with a sudden might that causes Dmitri react in a surprise. But after a few moments relaxes, accepting the sudden movement from his maker and closes his eyes, accepting her future punishment that may come to him

Do not speak out my name in front of these weaklings Dmitri, you do know the punishment will be when you execute the vampire’s number one sin don’t you???

Her fingers scrape across his throat, around his Adam apple, scraping her long sharp nails that are covered in blood red like nail polish. Her long nails scrape slowly towards his chin as she finally digs her nails into the corner of his mouth and draws some blood. Only to have it slowly vanish as the wound quickly closes again. We see no emotional response from Dmitri, as he is willingly accepting the punishment that his maker is putting upon him.

You used to squirm in the beginning after you just changed, your senses were too human like as you didn’t like pain. After a while you became a beast, ferocious and almost bloodthirsty… where did it go wrong Dmitri???

Last week I….,

She digs her fingers into his flesh, close to his eyes as we see blood pour underneath the sharp nails for a few moments. Her breathing can be heard as heavy and angry after the comment that he made.

Did I ask about last week?? No!! I asked in general!!! Where did it go wrong Dmitri??? WHERE!!!

Dmitri’s eyes close for a few moments, feeling the pain that digs through his face for a few moments for the very first time in seemingly a long time. Before reopening them once again and we can see bloodshed in his eyes.

I became soft….,

She scratches away from his eyes, we see the trail of blood follow her fingers for a moment or two. The impact of the scratch takes longer for his flesh to recover from as Dmitri gasps for a few moments.

Soft?? SOFT??  You dare to call yourself soft?? Softness is being made for a bunny to be held by a little girl as she is crying Dmitri. You are a beast!! You are a monster!! You have become a weakling that apparently satisfies his thirst with blood he kept locked in a cooler?? Seriously!! Is that how I fucking raised you!!!

She grabs him by the head and pushes him face first into the water for several moments before pulling him out of the water and pulls him close to her as her back is still turned towards the camera so that we can’t see her.

What’s that?? No struggle?? No fear?? No desire to resist?? No will to fight???

Dmitri’s eyes are slowly burning, but he is refusing to talk for a few moments as his mind is racing.

Is Dmitri contemplating his arguments?? Are you trying to resist me??

She drives him face first into the water once more, this time we can see Dmitri suddenly grab her by the arm and squeeze with all of his might before she pulls him back out of the water as we see him bare his fangs and scream in an unknown language. Causing his maker to laugh sinister

That’s the beginning Dmitri…., only the beginning. In the end, you will be where you should be at… ready to return to the Sin City Wrestling…,

With that she lets go off of him, leaving him on his hands where he is breathing heavily before jumping upwards and charges her as she grabs him by the throat and chokes him before lifting him up in the air in a single hand choke hold. He grabs her by the arm with both hands, trying to put all of his might on her to let go off the hold. His fingers digging into her flesh, growling like a possessed animal as her laughter can be heard.[/color]

Oh good!! I am finally going to be taming a wild animal, an animal that is finally loose from his safe environment!! You relied too much upon the fact that you believed you were better than anyone!! You relied upon your intelligence that you have read upon books!! Watching warfare of humans against each other while you drank your bottle of blood!! While instead you should have been the one that waged war!!!!

Finally Dmitri manages to rip open her arm, causing blood to pour out of it for a few moments before it heals. She even put her free hand on top of it as to wipe some blood on top of it and moves it gently towards her face. Where she would lick it out of sight of the camera view as we only see her black hair.

I almost forgot how it tasted Dmitri.., fresh blood. Even if it is my own, my blood that throughout the ages mingled with that of humans like yours. I spared you, I spared you because I thought you had something special. I am almost to the point where I was wrong Dmitri… I wonder, I wonder how you will prove me wrong… I guess High Stakes will be the moment of truth isn’t it Dmitri???

The rage is growing in his eyes, the respect for his maker slowly fading as he is biting hard in the air as if he wants to rip her arm to shreds.

Let…. Me….. GO!!!!

Her laughter can be heard as she finally drops him hard on his back, Dmitri quickly gets to his feet and stares towards the place where she should have been. But realizing that his maker has vanished faster than he could have ever imagined.

I hate her….

With that Dmitri slowly gets to his feet and pushes his wet hair back before sitting down again near the river the Moskva.

That night

The streets of Moscow are empty, it’s 4 am. Everyone is asleep, everyone? Well someone is walking the lonely streets. He is dressed all in black, a long coat closed tightly around his body as his hair is blowing wildly in the wind as his eyes are piercing through the darkness. Searching for a victim in the darkness as his thirst is immense.

I have not tasted fresh blood for so long, I have wondered not once why. I guess I have become humain for the very first time in many ages

A sinister laughter can be heard escaping the mouth of Dmitri as he stops for a few moments, staring at a weak light burning through a slit of a few curtains of a house. Clearly he isn’t the only one that is still awake.

Hmm, it has been so long that I have travelled these streets for flesh, I am sure that these humans never felt scared in their lives before. Believing the crap that their leaders portray them to see, following them blindly as they believe that they still matter, that they still are the USSR… how times have passed since the days of the Hammer and the Sickle. Yet most of you clamp on desperately on the things that shouldn’t have changed at all. And yet, you have changed, just like me. The ideals of the modern world, the ideas of democracy that would bring you even more wealth, more exposure to the modern world.. the internet, the filth and the obscure nature of the modern world grabbed you by the throat… just like I wanted with the wealth that literature and philosophy has garnered me… making me forget to dose the beauty of the mind with the savagery of the beast…. The heart, the soul and the desire.

His eyes pierce towards the light, staring at it in the hope of seeing movement as suddenly he sees someone turning off the lights. Causing him to grin as he slowly walks forward.

I suppose the sleep of a human being is too important. Perhaps the working hours of this human being causes the change for his or her lifestyle compared to others. Don’t you feel yourself as a loner?? Someone that does not often go out with others, does not always have the energy to bring your children to school and pick them up while you should be in bed. Ah yes, the torture of being different, yet the gift of the fact that you rely upon yourself even more than the average Joe… or in this case, the average Alexandrov??

He bites his lips, his footsteps have slowly faded into the emptiness of the streets. Causing no sound of danger for those who are light sleepers.

And yet, since last week when my creator emerged from out of the ashes of forgetfulness. I realized how I should have been all along, I realized how pathetic the world was in front of my eyes as logic became more important than the desire to make you bleed. To feel the resistance when the realization that it is all futile and yet you don’t want to give up!! And to be focused upon one thing and ignore the other… until last week wasn’t it??

He stops, he kneels as he starts to tie his shoe laces and brushes his pants as he slowly rises. Pushing the door of the fence open as he walks up the path towards the house. Stopping in front of the door as he smiles.

I wonder how Casey must be feeling, I wonder how the wounds are healing. I wonder what he must be telling his children late at night as he desperately tries to put them to sleep. How he is biting his lips every single night when he closes the door to the bedroom of his children, hearing them weep softly in the hope that their weak daddy won’t hear them. And I know you do don’t you Casey??? And you must be blaming me for every single thing that I have done to you in front of their eyes, but you have to blame yourself.. you have to blame yourself for being a giant coward to do the bidding for another coward… but at least a coward that knows exactly what to do to survive in my world….

He bites his lip with his sharp fangs on his lower lip before grinning as he pushes the door open and calmly walks inside the house. There he clicks on a small lamp and grabs a picture of a family and grins

Family, the cornerstone of human society. Doesn’t that just roll so nicely over your tongue?? The cornerstone of every village, town, city, region, country and the world… religion preaches upon the importance of families as it is their life force because they draw money from their religion… the same essence that I need to build upon as my society is based upon the destruction of that what is my vengeance.

My vengeance is to be like nature itself, to draw the weak out of our world and rid the strong of them before they multiply. Do you think that the predators of the wild has mercy upon the weak?? Those who limp after being born, those are the ones that deserve to end up between the jaws of vengeance… just like you Casey…

Dmitri puts the picture in front of the camera and grins before running his fingers over the picture.

Look closely, look how happy they are. Look how innocence corrupts the souls and the minds of those who raise them to be mature adults eventually. Hoping that they will succeed to do a good job, knowing full well in current society only the strong survive. I just hope that this household will be different than yours Casey

He puts down the picture and walks over towards the stairs as slowly the shot fades.

Vladimir Iljitsj Lenin
November 8th, 2017
Rembering 27 October 1917, the October Revolution

I remember it perfectly, the date where everything in Russia changed…, the night where the Red Garde burst into the government buildings and captured the control of the then government that attempted to rule the country. Only to fail to the point where new blood had to take charge, only where one mind broke free the minds of many others. Those who craved for change, those who craved for something new.

We can see Dmitri stand in Zaporijia, Ukrain, where once the largest existing Vladimir Lenin statue once stood. The statue that was taken off it’s place in march 2016. He stands staring at a sign that reminds people all of the once proud USSR leader that led the USSR into the October Revolution. His eyes piercing a hole into the empty spot that once meant something.

He fought for something, he stood for something. Almost one century ago, how times have changed into the minds of those who came after those who bled, sweat and shed tears. Tears that brought an entire united states of Russian believers together… and look at you now??? All divided, all wanting more, all wanting to be free, all wanting to be a Democratic Nation… and you are even more divided then you were before the October Revolution was. I guess you people are proud of yourselves aren’t you??

The wind blows through his hair, causing it to blow before his eyes as his cold and demonic stare remains unchanged. Grinding his teeth as he runs his fingers across the picture of it that reminds everyone of how the statue looked like.

The Bolsheviks were drawn to your words Vladimir, you managed to cause the Pravda to grow to 320.000 copies. Spreading the word that eventually captivated an entire nation Vladimir… I need to captivate just one voice to one day open his eyes and make him realize the threat that is inevitable. Inevitable for a change to be made my dear old friend. Though I may wonder, wonder whether the world will go bezerk the way it went with you huh? I doubt there will be a town called Dmitrigrad the way it happened with you and Leningrad, I doubt there will be statues created out of bronze, I doubt that the world will one day keep my brain in cold temperature to study how to become a leader like you were. But then again, I have not put anything down on writing as a will is just a mere sign of weakness to my opinion.

He hears someone scream something at him, he smiles as he recognizes the dialect and understands that this man uses profanity against him against Lenin. Dmitri ignores the remarks as his smile emerges slowly.

Words are strong when you put actions behind it wouldn’t you agree Vladimir?? Words can be stated over and over again while sitting behind your desk and then close your laptop and hope that people aren’t too offended by your words. No, at least you told the world what would happen, what you would do when you would grab power and spread the word to everyone who would listen and wou wouldn’t. grabbing your opponents by the throat and just squeeze…., oh how I loved to watch the Red Gard of Bolsheviks march upon the buildings, capturing the government and kept them hostage. They ignored you, they believed you were not a threat to them… oh how ironic politics would be when you believe that you are the power when you are in charge.., when you have to realize is that you have to GRAB it and KEEP it. Something that one person I know has a believe that he is beyond his power and does not have to do what he has to do… yet believing his false prophecy can mark his men as his disciples… too bad for him that he has now got to enter the desert where his serpent of a snake will remove him off of all his strengths and make him doubt for the very first time in his stinking life. And for that Revolution to embark upon this world… and if that means that I have to put it all on the line to succeed that revolution… then I will do whatever I have to do…. Just like you Vladimir.

Dmitri turns to where he heard the screaming from the man who has vanished by now, a sickening smile can be seen on his face as he already knew that it was just a bark and no bite.

It is fear that keeps people ignorant huh Vladimir? It is ignorance that allows the brain to stop functioning as it should do. And we both agreed that it does not matter if people do not agree upon your point of views, but does that make you eligible to put judgment upon them?? Oh no, your facts are often shrouded by the opinions of those who are worried about who you truly are…. But that never stopped you did it huh Vladimir?? Oh no, even if you had to delegate from Finland because of your own safety, you had to do whatever you had to do to succeed. For you it was Finland, what is it for me today?? Oh I’m sure that I will find my Finland, where I delegate my Red Garde upon the buildings of the foolishness of the one that believed he ran the world that was Mother Russia wasn’t it my Comrad?? Oh yes, Comrad, don’t use that word too often in the attempted civilized world that is the Ukrain. Once a part of the USSR wasn’t it Vladimir?? But now?? Oh how ironic that change only lasts while the buck allows you to do so, because when the magic has ended.. then the world will remind you of just merely be a one hit wonder… even if it lasts over two hundred days isn’t it Vladimir?? And how long is 200 days compared the rise and demonstrated strength of a nation that others after you took advantage off and credit for?? Oh yes, Stalin wasn’t the man that you were my dear friend… but then again, how would he know??

He grinds his teeth as he whispers the name of Stalin once more before running his hands through his hair as this brings back his face filled with aggression.

You warned them about his ruthless aggression, an aggression that is the only thing that is what I shared with him, but at that point I had already contained it…., perhaps it wasn’t wise for me to stay away when it came down to it.. perhaps you should have given the ropes to me and lead… I didn’t… I will not make that mistake once more my friend…  you created a foundation that has gone to shreds over the years… I am on the verge of creating something that I will not allow to crumble before my very own eyes my friend. As I have seen so much lies, I have seen so much fear that it sickens me to the point where I believe it’s time for a change. A revolution where I will dictate what will happen upon this world we live in these days, to dictate the minds of the many to benefit the mind of the one. Leadership is not hiding behind skirts, not hiding behind excuses. Oh no, it should be proud to be recognized as a revolutionary force wouldn’t you agree?? You were like Cesar, you were a leader that was his time far ahead. You were someone that brought the world together, struck fear of those who oppose you… and joy to those who knew what was best, WHO KNEW WHAT WAS BEST!!!!

Dmitri looks around, in the hope to see the man that called him many bad things earlier on before turning his attention back to the place where the statue once stood.

I know these words may disappear in the minds of those who are captivated for the battle between a man that wishes to grab power in the palm of his hands and will not back down from measures to get it and a woman that believes that she is above the law and does not have to concern herself about the safety of a nation. Then I wonder where your judgmental minds has brought you to, because danger comes from different angles isn’t it??

He grins, walking away from the place where the statue once stood before turning around and looks on.

I hope you do not look back at what could have been dear Vladimir, you have warned the world what could have happen and did they listen to your warnings you wrote about Stalin? Oh no, you knew that the end would come eventually. The end of your life as I have begged you to join me, but you refused. Refusing the eternal life, the eternal gift of domination. You walked away from what should have been yours but I shall not walk away what is rightfully mine… until that day comes Vladimir… rest my friend… rest…

With that Dmitri walks off as the shot fades slowly

Confronting the first lackey of a false Prophet
Novembe 9th, 2017

Did I worry you Rage? The man that will only explain those who matter and the rest can fuck off?? Not my words but yours, I’m just the messenger my dear friend

We see the outline of Dmitri’s face upon a dark room with merely nothing but a candle burning

How easily we just move on from the one situation to the other huh Rage?? Wanting to prove to me that I was far from being the best challenger to J2H’s championship. How you will destroy me, how you will show the boring alliance of me and James Tuscini that you and Midas were the better team. And now?? Now you want to show the Sins what a grown up man you have become, how you can stand up on your own two feet and defend the honor of Synn…, who does not want to know you anymore… what’s that Rage?? Want to brownnose your own way back to the believe that they can trust you??? How noble from a man that does not want to show the world that he has become a NEW RAGE… oh how sweet, what will you be next??? Perhaps babysitting Midas and comfort James after I have beaten him for the World title.

Must have been hard for you huh Rage?? To have watched you sink into the forgetfulness of being non relevant. Because that’s what you are, while me?? Ohh Rage, I have gone sky high, while you just sank down to mediocraty. Did it make you run off in desperation Rage?? I know it did, didn’t it? And where do desperate fools run off too? To the ones that they believe will make a change in their stinking lives, only not to realize that you have sunk down to Rock Bottom  Rock Bottom Rage, how many months was it that you and I faced each other for that Internet championship?? How we had epic wars? How we both pulled out the very best that we had to offer?? And now?? Now you have to lower yourself with a joke of a tag team partner and a champion who would sell your soul for another cup of tea. Yean, you have grown into a new Rage alright, a Rage that has become a shed of his past self. A Rage that has become a mere anger management dropout that does not know what the hell Rage is all about. A former champion, a former internet champion that waged war with me to regain it and got it back. But then you imagined yourself to be the next world heavyweight champion of the world. And after people rejected you, you just ran after the lowlife of the Sin City Wrestling. Is it hard for you to see how a man that does not alter his opinion? A man that does not change his target at hand and grabs the target by the throat and slowly squeeze the life out of him. Making him gasp and struggle out of desperation?? Something that you never managed to do haven’t you Rage?? Oh no… that’s why you just ran off and asked or even begged Midas to become your tag team partner and breathe some new life in your already disponed carcass. The Rage that lost the title against me would have done everything in his power to get it back… using the anger of not becoming number one contender to James to destroy me… how did it alter your life Rage? How did it alter the perception of a mad man that wishes to overcome now the mind of a psycho??

I’ve once heard someone state the words “Follow the Buzzards” when it comes down to a mind of insanity Rage, something that Shipman knows any lengths off to obtain a mental obscurity of psychological dementia.. strong words isn’t it?? Words of where you will scratch your bald head and wonder if I truly said these words and what you think Rage?? How does it make you feel that a usually calm minded vampire will hit you where it hurts you the most?? I guess you don’t realize the passion of a cold blooded vampire can express rage beyond the limitations of your limited mind. You tried to break me down mentally after hurting me physically. Too bad that I recouperate beyond your wildest dreams isn’t it Rage?? You broke me and yet I turned the cheek and dropped your little alliance to shreds, tore down the imagination of a uncertain alliance of nobodies that wish to rekindle past accomplishments with the blessings of a false prophet. Oh truth needs to be told that everyone needs guidance, even I… yes the man that has walked the earth for many centuries alone has returned it’s emotional bond with the creator of my existence. But allowing me to make the decisions upon what I want instead of being a shield to someone’s uncertain and delirious disability to wash his back upon his own. Were you hoping to be reborn to this world with a silver spoon shoved down upon your throat so you would pronounce your name with the most fluently velvet like voice that would be reminded as British?? Oh do behave your foul mouthed insecurity and drop down to your knees and beg James to breathe new life in your washed up career. I have moved on, I do not live in the past like you do and try to explain to the world that what you have done was the only ever decision that you could have made.

But I understand Rage, I understand why you had to lower your own morals to the low point of not only your, but everyone’s existence. You were the Wrath of Sin?? Was the wrath that was hovering above your head become too much for you?? Or was it the fact that you grew tired to be the baby sitter of the kid that beat you?? Tell me Rage? Tell me how much you wish to disagree and yet biting upon your lower lip into an attempt to burst out in anger and tell me that I am right. But you don’t have to, go ahead and live in the shadow of the soon to be former World Champion of this company. Because you see Rage, you can swallow your pride and be a brownnoser to get some pay checks back into your waller, whereas I am entering a match that if I lose this that I will lose it all. Everything Rage, to have me wait to perhaps the next millienium before ever getting that shot. And you know something Rage?? I love it!!

The outlines reveal the beard to be rough, his eyes are piercing in the limelight of the candle that is reflecting in his eyes. His mouth is very dry as if he hasn’t had any liquid to moisten them and prevent him to dry out.

Does my thirst inspire you? Or will it cause another reason for you to tell me that I do not matter Rage?? Does my hunger make you wonder whether I am about to challenge James for his world title or whether I will be charging into a slaughter house in the hope that there still will be some blood left in the meat of a cow or any other type of flesh in the lack of people in the middle of the night? You see Rage, I am more than comfortable these days to just let it go, unleash the world with ancient tactics of the pre sophisticated Nosferatu’s that your world has never dared to investigate in the first place. Even Samuel Devereaux and his little gang of vampire hunters will not even find anything in the written words of those who came before them. Because the ancestors were never documented as they were around before you humans could even grasp the notion of even understanding why wood could burn and a wheel could turn around when it was round. Oh no Rage, I’m the abomination that you pretend… yes, let me rephrase that word Rage… that you PRETEND to be. Have you ever had those wild dreams of ever waking up with a thirst to lose your mind and do what comes natural?? Troubled souls have often ran off in fear of falling to the wayside of their past animalistic nature. Forgetting how to stalk, forgetting how to hunt their prey and you my friend?? You have already witnessed the predator in work from up close. Even closer than James is willing to admit, because I can tell from the look on your eyes that you had on Sunday that you understand. That you know exactly what I am all about… sad for you Rage… one day, you will suffer the same fate that Midas has encountered this past Sunday. Is this a mere warning of words without any backbone behind it Rage? Or is it the bloodshed in my eyes, the calmness that can eventually turn into uncontrollable rage that you have yet to encounter since the day of your birth. Or is this merely the fact that refusing the obvious is your own downfall that has cost you to become a joke as you humans love to ridicule others with. You see Rage, every time that I break the minds of those who I oppose, I grow more aware of how time has changed, how clothing has become a shell of it’s past self. How the minds evolve to intelligence that can control artificial devices because humans are too bored and too lazy to connect with others in the old fashioned way of communication… by merely writing down your name on a piece of paper.

I may be old fashioned Rage, but at least I adapt and accept how things change and how I alter them to my own being and maintain the advantage that you humans desperately try to seek. Seek and you will find, have you looked at the right places Rage? Have you looked deep down your soul and understood why?? How people like James Tuscini has past you by in a less than a year?? How names like Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean have been tag team champions this long? How a man like J2H would ever have the balls to decline you a shot?? How times have changed hasn’t it Rage? You are one of the old timers that was here a long time I’ve heard… you don’t like the brash attitude of others, you don’t like the confidence that oozes off of me even after I suffered losses to you after winning your championship. You don’t care about the awards and yet it eats you alive. Don’t worry Rage, after I have beaten James. After I have opened up his eyes to J2Hism and his flaws.., I will grant you the opportunity to open up your eyes to me. To grant you the chance of a lifetime to make history once more as you believe that lightning will strike again in a one on one confrontation against the vampire that does the Devil’s work.

You see Rage, these words of my entrance song isn’t just a catchy title to give the audience the idea that I am a bad man. Because bad can be explained in too many layers that you may as well grab an union and explain every layer that will cause your tears to flow from your eyes. No Rage, these words are the warning of a lifetime as every single person has to understand that I do not show compassion, that I do not show mercy. That I do not mind to get these hands dirty with the blood of my victims or that of my own. Oh yes Rage, even the Nosferatu can bleed when you cause it to get hurt. But it will rise to every single occasion and I have tasted the fear of the soon to be dismantled World Heavyweight Champion. So Rage, when I have beaten James, will you jump as well for me when I ask you to? Will you lift up your left leg and stand there as long as I please?? Or is your allegiance to James that of respect. That you will not walk off after a single moment of disappointment? Tell me Rage, tell me the anger upon your words of filled with the convulsion of your sadness and misunderstanding of your own self. That you have no guidance in your life as you change your direction with every step that you make. Nothing of you is original, nothing of you is destructive and nothing of you is savage like the Psycho you face or the man that broke down an alliance that in the minds of three fools were destined to greatness. Pardon the sarcasm Rage, but I hope that the Sins will break you down and leave you for dead as they should have done this Sunday. As you try to use your own needs for the good for what is perhaps left of their understanding when it comes down to you.and if they don’t, I shall Rage. A mortal sin is to not cross that what you cannot stop. That what you cannot kill should be left alone Rage, he past successes are out of the window and the new era of destruction is upon us and upon your own doorstep Rage. Be aware of my own wrath, the wrath of that what you will never grasp and wished that it was yours to begin with. Because in J2Hism the end result of it all will be be saved by your saviour, but in the beginning there is nothing and you do not have it in you to create something out of stinking NOTHING.

With just moments after the final words are spoken, a second face emerges. A face of a woman, that is wearing a black vail in front of her face that covers the fine details of her identity.

it’s enough Dmitri…, you need to come back to that what should be at hand. You should not forget what our objective is my friend.

Dmitri nods as the two faces vanish from the darkness as the camera turn to the burning candle.

reliving old wounds
November 10th, 2017
The State is Me
Versailles, France

Dmitri can be seen in a room that is empty, he stares at a wall with his back turned to the window where the sunlight tries to pear into the room as the clouds cover it from time to time.

You once were the most powerful man in the seventeenth century, calling yourself the Sun King and rule with an iron fist. You wanted to have control over religion, be more powerful than God himself and died like an old man. Making all these serving maids cry beyond believe as you asked them if they thought you were immortal? How ironic is that Louis that you died and I am still around??

His eyes are fixated upon the place where obviously the bed once stood where Louis XIV, the Sun King died as he breathed out his final breath.

You always hated me for it didn’t you? Not wanting to accept how fate presented itself upon me as I never wished for it… while you begged me to change you almost every single day. And I didn’t…, I wonder, did you hate me for it?? Or was it perhaps a blessing as you laid there in your ed helplessly, not even eying me for the final time to save you. Because I wouldn’t

He grins, remembering all the crying maids and other servants that stood beside his bed in the hopes of him to survive death.

Did it make you feel weak Louis?? To be unable to get out of your bed, to strike fear into the hearts of those who cherished you the most. Those who remembered you from your prime, not understanding that when you have ruled the land for so long that in the end in your seventies… that everything perishes?? How jealous must you have been if you knew that in modern days people sometimes grow older than a hundred years, trying to clone animals in the hopes of one day clone human beings. Cloning people in the hope of one day of beating death and live forever. You must understand that I do not want the world to be a clone of me without my unclenching thirst. Perhaps you would be laughing in your grave, knowing that this time it may be me that feels the threat of modern science. The man that could not be phased by you humans… as you were always beneath me… But you are wrong, I cherish it Louis. I cherish change, I cherish to see how a mind grabs something brilliant and see how it changes it and whether it drives you crazy or almighty intelligent. But we all know that when the mind gets all worked up, that you lose every concept of reality… doesn’t it Louis?? As I know that I have warned you so many times, not to grow your nation too powerful too quickly. But you knew that the years were counting didn’t you??

I must admit that it was a pleasure to behold, to find someone that was so desperately seeking this much strength at hand to impress me… not the way how the history books were attempting to portray you. You could have cared less for the royalty that you had obtained yourself, you could have cared less for the power of the Frecnh nation trying to put down the others. You cherished the idea of the French Revolution that came after the day that you had died in loneliness of your own bed. Lonely with your servants, only your servants as others has either died or fled you or caught by the Revolution. Oh no Louis, you were not a happy man… and it gave me joy

Dmitri stares around the room, every time stopping his head for a few moments at a certain spot as if he could see all the sad faces of those who have been long gone for many centuries. Of those who stood there crying at the bed of the Sun King.

You must have known that they didn’t wept for your own passing Louis, every man with a shred of intelligence and could see beyond his own egotism would have known that they were weeping for their own lives. Knowing that they would be killed at the hands of them who wanted their heads, of those who had to suffer at your own hands Louis. And knowing that if they couldn’t get their hands upon you, that they would cherish to get their hands upon the very next thing in line. And I have heard you utter the words that it was them every single time you spat upon them when we were alone. Oh how I have enjoyed everything that made you who you truly were and never has entered any historical recollection known to man. But then again, what kind of purpose would it have garnered them in the first place my friend??

And how would you have been any different when you would have survived and lived to grow as old as I have?? Still wishing to seek power Louis? Still wishing to gain ground underneath your own two feet? Tell me Louis, has it ever occurred to you that you were no any different than Cesar, than any other mindless fool that wanted power over the backs of others? In present day time it is still about who is the best Louis, you would have fit in right here in the present day. Maybe, just maybe that you were right when you said to me that you knew the world wouldn’t change. Asking me why you wouldn’t be allowed to witness that miracle of never changing a human perspective??? You must have known that if I did that favour for you, that I would have had any other man stepping on my doorstep and wish for the same. Thankfully for me, I am not a man of charity Louis, I am a man that does what I do for the better of mankind. Too bad that none of you back then or at present time can understand and appreciate that nature of the beast

For too long I have waited in the shadows of those who are pathetic, standing there and doing nothing. For too long people like you have always had the believe that they could overcome anything, that they have the right to do whatever it is they please and take anything that isn’t theirs. The Roman empire thought that they could overcome the entire world and for what reason?? Because they were more sophisticated and civilized than the barbarians in the rest of the world. While realizing that they were wrong…, you knew you were and yet either of you moved on according to your own stinking plans. To realize that to this very day that any given human being can look up at their best friend and utter the words Et Tu??? As they realize that they screwed them over. And no Louis, I will not excuse myself for the fashion of my hungry nature to spit it out. This room never held any historical meaning for me and it never shall. Just another room where another human being died and it died not due to these hands or these hungry fangs. No Louis, you weren’t chosen to be one of the many of my victims, so in the end the Sun was your realm for the eternal light to shine above your head… trying to escape the realm of darkness that always will prevail. You knew eventually I was wrong Louis…. Soon, very soon another fool will too…..

Dmitri grins devilishly as he brushes his hair aside, closing his eyes for a few moments before he soflty bites his lower lip.

And you know who you are

Confronting the second lackey of a false Prophet

Why did you bring me here Dmitri?

The shot opens where Dmitri can be seen inside a casino in Paris France with his maker, as she is wearing a black dress while having her back turned to the camera sitting at a roulette table.

Why? Because I want to make the other lackey of James feel helpless after what he has done to me at the Halloween special as he and Rage saved their champion. I already entered the world that Rage fears as I confronted him for who he truly is and that he made the biggest mistake of his life. This time, it is Midas his turn.

You already have beaten him Dmitri, so why would be there any need to go after a weakling when it is all about the champion isn’t it??

Dmitri silences as he grabs a glass and drinks the red liquid that is inside of it.

Once again grabbed the bottle Dmitri? Haven’t I….,

No, this is fresh. This is from someone that I hunted down and saved it’s blood for this occasion. An occasion where I just needed my hunger stilled while being at my top of my being.

His eyes follow the ball after being hitting the roulette wheel, spinning around before landing on the black number as his eyes light up. Grinning evil

Did you win Dmitri??

Does it matter? It’s money what is important to humans, or have you forgotten that I have no longer the soul of a human being inside of me??

Don’t be foolish Dmitri, besides those who gamble have already sold their soul in the hopes of finding some kind of luck. So does it really matter who or what sits behind this table??

Dmitri grins as he takes another sip from the glass of blood

Touché my dear maker, souls are useless in it’s entirety when it comes down to the game of sin of desire and lust for money. To be in the house of hope to walk out as a millionaire and in the end walk out with completely nothing. Something that TJ Midas had hoped for when he and Rage cost me my match, the one that ended up destroyed in the tag team match against me and James Tuscini. Where people wonder why I took down the little man instead of the big guy that delivered his move upon me.

Why didn’t you??? Afraid???

A sinister grin emerges upon his face as he places a few chips upon 25 and nods to the dealer that he can roll the roulette wheel who spins it.

And ruin the fun?? Oh no, you see. I have my eyes set on J2H for his title, I have my eyes set on breaking the mad man down from inside as his rage will boil up from inside. Knowing that he cannot and will not do anything to stop me from destroying the champion. And then, when it all comes down to it, I will stare him down in the face while having the title that HE wanted for so long around my shoulder. And who knows, I may just end up break him down eventually after I have done it to his minion and his leader.

Oh, so it is all fun I see, where is the determination to break down the champ Dmitri??

Dmitri stares at her as we can only see the back of the woman that puts a cigarette to her mouth and blows out some smoke right into his face.

Oh James will have his moments to be silenced by yours truly eventually. But now to the fact that his little rug rats cannot interfere. I need them to understand what they have got themselves into. To watch on, to have their leader plead into the Thunderodome. But you see something my pretty, Midas needs to understand to have his number up on the rolling of the Roulette wheel it will be either giving him  good luck or just merely the destructive breakdown when you get slammed into the ground.

You see when Midas revealed his face, he sealed his fate. He sealed the moment where I dropped him down and watched the champion on into his fearful eyes when I heard the hand go down for the count of three. I could have heard Midas gasp, I could have heard Midas beg. It’s as almost he was willing to hand me a chip or anything to let him pass on. I remember how he made the comment towards Samuel Deveraux that he does not care about size. How he would be better, he had not even got an answer to me last week and still doesn’t and I know why.

And that is??

A gambler gambles on his luck, a gambler has his routines as he tries to find the best tactic to win money every single time. And you know the difference between me and Deveraux is that he is too focused upon just one thing. His opponent, not seeing what is going on beyond that… while yours truly, I have wrapped my fingers around the throats and minds of many who have gambled their lives with me as they struggled to survive. Midas does not know anything about survival even if it would keep him alive for one more day.

This man is a gambler for money, a man that plays it safe whenever he feels he is outnumbered. He is a gambling man that always looks out for others to save him, hoping that they will give him another shot at greatness that his mind is only thinking about two things. His own life and the fact that he wants the biggest money prize that there is in the world. And I just cut his financial support of his lifeline off with the biggest way possible

Dmitri turns his attention to the camera and grins.

How are you feeling Midas?? Thought I would have left you out of this as I was to focus upon the man that cannot be beaten huh? Are you just as ignorant as your tag team partner?? Or are you just someone that just sits silently knowing exactly what I am all about?? I broke you, I cut off any attempt of gambling for that money shot that you were looking for and just silenced your futile hope in life. And you see Midas, I was hoping for something new as I already knew exactly what Rage would bring to the dance every time he closes his foulmouth and aggressively try to persuade someone to just merely laugh at him. No Midas, you were the one that I wanted to show and prove something, you were the one that I have yet to face and knew nothing about. But now? Now I realize that you are nothing more than a mere joke and no threat to me right now or any future encounter

He looks at the ball that has ended up on 15 a few moments ago, nodding his head as he throws a few chips on red and continues his talk.

But I guess every three man alliance needs someone to make a gamble, who perhaps could get the drinks for the other two as they are the ones that the world looks out for. The only ones that people talk about. Or perhaps the only one that is there to get all the hard hits for the entire team as the other two are the MPV’s of the team. Are you the gambling fool TJ? Or are you this stupid that you are unable to see that you are nothing but a joke. Trust me Midas, there is nothing wrong to be the little bitch for the other two if that’s what gets your socks off.

Or is it the fact that you were hoping to relive your glory days and realize that the industry has moved on, we have gotten better and you have now trailed to mediocrity that you needs something for the people to talk about. Because a gambling man is a different name for a risk taker and the way you wrestle Midas, you took too many risks to please your boss and put your body on the line. You should be thankful that I dropped you with the big time clothesline for the bet to be sealed. You see Midas, I didn’t clothesline you even though you dropped hard on the canvas. Oh no, I clotheslined the futile attempt to do the inevitable, I clotheslined down the reign of J2H, I clotheslined  the hopes of you and Rage’s intent to become a force in the tag team division. Hell, Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean may have lost the tag titles to the Elders, but me and Tuscini are the ones that reign the tag team division, we are the ones that rule the singles competition as we will be the ones that will rule the Roulette and World title after the final show of the year. The FINAL show of the year Midas, the night where the gambling will be all over the world as afterwards there will be nothing left for us to do to continue the year of success. Oh no, after this show is over I will walk home, I will put the championship belt down for me to watch and wait… wait for who will be next to take away their hopes and dreams to be something in the life of everyone is a nobody. Because ift hey weren’t, then they wouldn’t have had a death wish to change that now don’t they?? No, you are safe for now Midas, as I already have taken your vulnerability and wiped my hands clean upon you. I have nothing to do to you what I already haven’t done… it will be your name to be blamed as well as that of Rage after I have beaten the leader of the team to take away the title. Because when I have done that, you two will be without a leader. Without his arrogance and his power to survive in the SCW… and then I will take the gamble that you and Rage will vanish from the SCW forever… so why don’t you take your money and bet on the result that is inevitable Midas… bet on the dead to take away the championship belt… or else…..

With that Dmitri turns his attention to his maker and grins as the shot fades.

Return to my tag team partner
November 12th, 2017
Los Angeles, California
Hilton Hotel

James Tuscini is on the phone, ordering some food as we see Dmitri on his bed reading a book. James is trying to order some food from room service as he looks back to his tag team partner.

Hey Dmitri, I’m ordering some food. I know you drink blood and stuff, but want something to eat with that??

The vampire looks up from his book and stares at his tag team partner, who looks curious to him.

Why don’t you get me a vegetarian dish James

James wants to return to the phone before hesitating to make the order and looks back at Dmitri, who already has put his book back in front of his face

You got a moment??

Did I hear you correctly Dmitri?? You wanted a vegetarian dish??

Dmitri keeps the book in front of his face without looking towards his partner and continues to read

Didn’t you hear me James? I thought I told you I wanted a vegetarian dish. Is it so difficult to understand that besides drinking blood I can eat anything else you humans eat??

Err., no of course not, I just didn’t expected you to….

You didn’t expected me to eat??

I have seen you eat man, but I assumed you would eat meat.

Tuscini turns his attention to the menu of the restaurant and does the ordering

Can you bring me a bottle of wine, steak with potatoes and beans and for my tag team partner Veggie feijoada with sweet potato & kidney beans.

James hangs up as he turns his attention towards Dmitri, who still hasn’t looked up from his book

Good choice James

Thanks, but you still got to tell me Dmitri. Why in the hell do you want a vegetarian meal?? You are a vampire, you proclaim yourself the ultimate hunter. You drink blood for crying out loud.

Dmitri puts down the book in front of him and stares at his tag team partner as he rolls his eyes.

Even the greatest hunters do not just eat flesh and drink the blood of their prey James, but yes. I eat from time to time the different foods in life to enjoy the taste what this world can provide without go out and hunt for it James. It’s what makes me the complicated entity that you people wish to understand, but are unable to do.

Tuscini scratches his head for a few moments before shrugging it off. He grabs the phone and starts to call his uncle and manager Uncle Pinky as Dmitri places the book beside him and gets off the bed. He walks over to the table where the bottle filled with blood is at and pours some of it in a glass before drinking it.

Ahh, yes. Fresh blood, it is so much better than to try to cool some old kept blood in a fridge for so long.

Tuscini hears the vampire talk and swallows before returning to his conversation with his uncle as Dmitri heard the sound produced by his tag team partner.

Does it bother you James???

Tuscini hangs up the phone after a few moments and leans back into his chair and stares at his tag team partner.

Bother me? I think it  isn’t bothering me, I just need to get used to see someone drink human blood.

Dmitri grins as he takes another sip from the glass that he just filled before placing it back on the table.

Isn’t the same to be said about me getting used to people stuff themselves with fast food restaurant food?? Or whatever happened to the opinions of people that didn’t like other people eating grashoppers?? Or the fact that vegans are a trend these days… no, but I drink blood from humans and that makes me perhaps a cannibal?

The eyes of Dmitri stare towards James Tuscini, who nods his head eventually and turns his attention to the door as he hears someone knock on it.

Ah it’s roomservice.

Tuscini runs off towards the door, glad that he does not have to answer the question from his tag team partner as he leads the food to be delivered into the hotel room. The vampire grabs the dish and sits in his chair as he eats the food while James eats his food.

You didn’t answer my question James

Tuscini looks up, already forgotten what they were talking about as he is enjoying his rib. Wiping his mouth before realizing what they were talking about as he takes a sip from his wine.

Look Dmitri, I get what you are going at. Us humans eat almost everything that the world has got to offer. It’s just that normal people like me don’t eat human meat or drink human blood. It’s something that we don’t think is normal.

Dmitri grins as he takes another bite from his meal before putting it on the table beside him and drinks the glass of blood.

It’s because you humans are too short minded fools that do not look past the obvious. You humans are too fooled with what others dictate to you what is good and bad, that eventually you create that foul taste in your mouths before even had the pleasure of tasting it. But that’s okay James, I accept you for who you are, just do the same for me my friend.

With that the two continue their meal as we come back after the meal and Tuscini is talking with Dmitri about their matches.

You ready for your match Dmitri?? I mean as I can recall you have never been in a Thunderdome match in your life. It sounds like it’s a vicious match

I’m ready to decimate my opponent James, ready to put the champion down to the ground and make him understand what he is truly getting himself into. I will make him understand that he should have not done to me what he has done at the Halloween show, I will make him pay.

I’m sure that you will Dmitri, but still this Thunderdome match. I don’t know man, it sounds messed up. Are you sure…

Dmitri stares at his tag team partner with his cold and deadly look upon his face. Clearly not impressed with the type of match that he will be in.

If you want to know whether I am concerned for my own wellbeing James? Then you should look again and tell me whether I care about my own wellbeing, let alone that of my opponents that I face on a regular basis.

I just…..

Oh I know exactly what you are trying to explain James, but you should wonder to yourself what is worse… entering a match where the only way to win is to decimate your opponent. Having a cage locking us up, using it as a weapon and strike fear into the hearts of the entrants. Oh please fear, fear is something I’ve been missing since that day that I dared to struggle with a nosferatu and failed. Watching her bloodshed eyes, feeling her desire to drink my blood. Wanting to end my human life…. Something you have yet to experience to believe… you see James. When I was a human, I was held in a cage, cell, whatever you want to call it for 25 years. Only to be freed by my maker to the world that I was destined to roam and savagely crush. So when I enter that Thunderdome, I will be reminded what it was like in that human body and unable to do whatever I can right now. You think I am concerned?? Or do you think that James will be?? I’m sure that he will state to the world that he has bled when he faced Shipman and showed his viciousness. That’s fine, that’s all dandy. But you must understand, even though Shipman is a psycho and perhaps has lost most of his emotions that makes him a human being… he is still human, he still has a conscious, he still has even though it might be small.. compassion. I’m not capable to care, I’m not capable to feel regret… and I am enjoying the taste of his blood as it pours from his face and dare to rip off everything that he stands for… so ask me again James…. Do I look concerned about my match??

No, you are not. But then again, you are still in the match with the longest reigning world champion. Who has until so far has always found a way to overcome the odds Dmitri. I…,

Dmitri puts his finger upon his mouth and silences the talking from James Tuscini.

You just worry about whether you will beat him one more time or not…, I have a destruction to prepare for as this will be the final night that I will be challenging J2H for the world title. Because after this match, I will never challenge him for that world title anymore and you know why James… if I lose, I will never be allowed to…and when I win…, it will be the night where records are shredded to pieces and tears will flow and blood will be spilled. And one man will walk out the SCW heavyweight champion. And that man will be me.

With that the two men toast their glasses as they continue their dinner.

And now it is the false prophet that will fall

November 13th, 2017

And here we are James, you and me. Thunderdome match for the world heavyweight champion. No cronies, no bullshit referee, no nothing that will separate us. The Thunderdome separating us from the world, from anyone that will watch us fight, that will watch us go at it with hatred in our eyes, with distain for each other, wanting to prove to the other that you are better than him. tell me James, tell me your almighty wisdom how you will beat me. Besides of course telling me that you have beaten me oh so many times and that you get sick and tired of this, how I am a beggar, how I am a pleading man. How I am the one that gets what I want and how you want to move on. You can move on alright after this match after I have beaten you that is.

I have had enough of you James, I have had enough of the coward like attempts of a man that is a great champion. Oh yeah that’s right James, I called it. You are a great champion in potential to be even better than you have already been. But you fail to understand this James, you live the life of being the greatest of the world that you have become a bitch. That’s right, I said the B word, I have said something indecent that would sound like how are you doing compared to what you used to say.  But that’s okay James, I have accepted your flaws to the profanity that makes you the Wrestling religion that you wish to uphold upon two mindless fools.

How did you feel as you watched Rage and Midas be helpless?? How did it feel how your goon squad got broken by two other men that you believed to be nothing more than a mere joke. How did it feel James? Did it upset you? Did you think maybe you could inspire two losers like that to get to a higher level so that they would destroy me?? Sound familiar James? Didn’t you do that to me with that other loser Casey?? You see James, size isn’t the answer…  the anger isn’t the answer… Pyschotic isn’t the answer. Oh no, it’s the thirst that is the answer, it’s the desire to break you and tell you that I know I can. That I know that you are no longer that man that once beat me in that non title match and you realized that after Underwood helped you beat me. Because I saw it in your eyes amazement, amazement every time I kicked out at everything that you threw at me… and that is the same when it came down to our Halloween match… your druids huh?? Oh how sweet James… well, what are your druids worth now?? I tell you what they are worth, the fact that your future of being the former champion has been postponed with only a few weeks.

We can see Dmitri emerge in the view of the camera as he is sitting in an old arm chair, with a figure sitting on a couch behind him as the view of the figure is limited to the outlines of her body. Clearly the maker of Dmitri is near him.

How will you slither yourself out of danger this time James?? Inside the structure can do strange things to a man didn’t you know that?? It either causes you to break down and lose or grow beyond the ability that you are used to perform in ordinary matches. But this isn’t ordinary, this is about you holding on to the thing that you hold dear to your hear th

[Dmitri]

 continuation of my rp

there is always someone else that stands before you and makes you realize that you are not like Louix XIV the Sun King. The man that thought he had it all, the man that thought he could control religion, the man that wanted to rule the world and had others to do his work… I knew him well James, I see the similarities with you are so obvious. Both men believing that they have the eternal right to be on the top of the world, but only realizing when the end is near how fragile you really are. You are just a stubborn little brat James, you are the greatest of the world. But even the greatest needs to understand that one day someone will be your successor and move past you.

Give me a reason why I shouldn’t beat you and I will give you two. Don’t be shy James, tell me.. tell me how you will overcome the Thunderdome and yours truly. Because deep down inside, I am YOUR THUNDERDOME I am the match that you cannot contain. I am the raw anger, the raw animal like destruction that wishes to sink it’s teeth down your flesh and rip it apart. Call me all the same things that you want, I know that deep down inside you are running by the quote to never change a winning formula aren’t you?? Too bad that there is nothing for you that would even support any shred of your own theory to make you an Einstein of the ring.

I will  grant you a night that you will never forget, I will grant you to witness the Thunderdome up close. I will grant you to feel the flesh be peeled of it’s bones every time I bash you into the Thunderdome. I will whip you into the structure until you will no longer feel any sensations inside your body. Do you know how it feels when you feel the tingling of your fingers? Realizing that sensation when it happens that somethings wrong?? Where usually the official will call for medics to come in and check upon the competitor?? Knowing that the safety of the wrestler comes first above everything else. Well I will not allow the world of medical help to assist your life to be saved. So that you could perhaps one day walk your offspring to school and be able to play ball with them. How does it feel to know that when you hear the bell ring and see me stare at you on the other side of the ring that it is the end of your career. Yes, your career James…[/color]

Dmitri grabs his glass of blood and puts it to his mouth as he drinks from it. He licks his lips before placing the glass on the table next to him.

I need to thank you James, yeah you. I need to thank you for what you did to me at the Halloween special that we had a few weeks ago. It must sound like I am going mental in your mind and who knows my friend, I may very well be. But I realized something special, how desperate men are in desperate moments. So I wondered, perhaps it’s the essence of it all that is what I am missing at this very moment. So I wondered, what makes me a desperate man seeing I have not felt the desperate nature to do something beyond the wildest imagination. And then….

Dmitri stares back as the female crosses her legs and taps her fingers on the arm part of her couch and bares her fangs.

You see James, it is the one person in my dead life that I had learned to hate, yes hate James. Hatred for something that I knew that I could not contain in my entire life, hatred for me that I wished to overcome and show her that I could live without her…. I realize that I was wrong James, I needed that hatred to build up anger that needs to be unleashed upon everything that is connected to you. Casey, Rage, Midas… hell, I may even go after that little friend of yours and cause her to run off like the wench that she is. Would that trouble you James? Would it cause you to realize that I will stoop to lengths to make you understand that I do not wish to play the game of good guy and bad guy??

Evil has it’s many forms that could not be contained one way or the other James. Evil is either just a spoken word, or perhaps the aggression that causes people to do bad things. But for me it is the desire to be that snake that slithers through the grass. Having it’s tongue split in two searching the ground in front of it for it’s prey. The symbol of the devil first being introduced upon the worlds oldest written book. The lies, the deceit that he caused the simple minded mind to believe it’s word over that of a God that gave them the key to paradise. That’s the evil that I seek James, that’s the evil that I have found before the watching eyes that are so easily delusional for the truth that you wish to seek. Does it make sense to you James? Or do I need to draw a picture for you to watch on the backburner of your career?? To break down the lies, the agonizing attitude that should have not been allowed upon the world. You see I am the Devil James and I am here to do the Devil’s work. And that means I have to drag you into the doubts in the back of your mind to the world to witness. I will drag you into the desert by yourself… just like Jesus felt so helpless in the desert when Satan convinced him to doubt his own word. Almost granting the messiah the easy way out… but the truth needs to be told James… I will grant you nothing. There is nothing in my word that I speak will grant you a path on your hands and knees to crawl away to safety. I will claw away at your flesh, I will sink these nails into your flesh to drag you back into the devil’s pit that is the Thunderdome. I will make this place my home, I will make this world that is the Thunderdome my living room of destruction. As I invite you to a one way trip to destruction. My power will be too much for you to overcome, my ability to send you into the neither world that is the Thunderdome will be the night where I will mentally decapitate you. You hear me James?? Do I need to let these words sink in?? Or do I need to draw the line where I am willing to cross for your sanity to break down into screams?? Remember how I spoke of Samhain last time we met?? How the dead will walk the world? They have spoken out their wishes for me to shed you off your puberty antics and grow on to be a man and accept the fate that every man eventually has it’s end upon this planet.

Should I devour you? Should I make you understand the lies of your own words?? I could no longer care whether you wish to bring J2Hism to lost fools of this world that were once crying bitches. I hope you can tell Rage that everything will be alright, that you will wake up after three days upon this world after you have fallen of the cross of your own embarrassment and will present yourself to him. I hope you will tell Midas that you will present him the scars of your lost battle that you had and make him understand that being clotheslined last week was just merely a gift of how things would have been if he hadn’t entered the path of insanity. Because I agree the world needs it’s leader James…. I understand that what you have attempted to protect in our last few encounters was to give them hope, hope of to believe that humans are beyond everything else that roams the planet. Even if it has to attempt to survive death…. You have survived three times James… surviving the onslaught of death as you came back from the dead every single time. Signalling the new arrival of the Messiah just like it happened on Easter as the world still to this day celebrate his return upont he world…. But even your trick of the trait needs to understand that the next miracle that would have to happen is the holy spirit emerge upon your disciples to tell the tale of how you once were… after you have risen off to the heavens and sit at the right hand of the creator…

Too bad for you that you cannot leave this planet without dropping your championship belt James… the one thing that needs to stay to symbolise the fact that you need to be remembered without being seen. Perhaps one day, maybe next year you will be remembered like the names that you uttered like a Drake Green, like a Goth, that will be inducted to this years Hall of Fame… that your end of your career will be remembered next year at High Stake of 2017. The night that will be remembered how you struggled, how you fought and how you attempted to lengthen your career to the end of it all. The night in 2017 that you will remember the one year celebration of the end of YOUR CAREER!!!

Dmitri grips the armchair with both hands tightly, squeezing into the wood intense as his hatred towards J2H becomes more and more visible for the viewer to see.

The only one that has eluded me in the historical annals of time was the Messiah James, how pleased I am to realize that I wasn’t chasing ghosts at all, as my time to make him suffer the way he was meant to was just waiting for me to arrive at the right time. I have heard the three time lies that I did not deserve the championship belt before I heard the rooster crowing three times. As I have seen you stare into my eyes and realize that I did not believe you James…. But I do now, I do believe that the end of something wonderful has finally emerged… as others in histories past have all attempted to flee it’s fate of the crowing of the rooster. And none has succeeded to escape from it. No Cesar, no Napoleon, nobody!!! Yet the only thing that separates them from you is the fact that you are the first one to experience their fate on National television champ. Oh what a joy, oh what a moment in time to utter the words…. The King is dead… long live the King.

Dmitri stares into the camera as he slowly stands up, taking off his blouse as we see his pale white skin emerge with his muscular body coming into view.

Will you baptise me in your shame James?? Will you make me go into the trip one more time that is J2Hism?? Will you allow me to see the miracles that is your lies one more time before I grab you by the throat and push my thumb into your open wounds in your hands and ankles and rub my own cross upon your forehead. You think what has happened in recent time in the world is bad?? They fail in comparison what I intend to do to you. I will rewrite history James, I will open up the true book of time that should have been opened up in many years before your existence was notified. I tell you no lies James, I do not hand out false warnings. I tell the truth that can be uttered by a serpent as Jesus realized that he was right. It’s just the way of what your interpretation is of are of my words spoken. But there’s no denying these eyes that stare into your soul, that I am ready to make the Thunderdome your final resting place James. So I hope you will kiss your woman goodbye after her match is over. I hope you tell her for the very first last time that you love her and make her get upset to the fact that it will be the final time that she will be so close to you. Is there anything else in this world that is worth it James?? Worth to lose it all for the fact that you wished to extend your life out of the wishes of death itself?? I hope it has been just that James… because for me it has been worth it to wait after the crowing of the rooster. Signalling the final departure of this planet as you know it… enjoy your final moments of being champion… on the 20th of November… it will all come to an end…. In the hope that you have caused a revolution for the world to build upon for a few more years before another lie will pop up and makes them forget you….

With that Dmitri finishes his glass of blood before downing his head to the ground and we can hear the vicious laughter of the female behind him as we slowly fade to darkness.

[J2H]

 Think forward, not back, isn't that what they say? Clearly those people have never took the time to watch SCW. What we thought we bury in SCW seems to always rear it's ugly head yet again. Victim of no one worthy enough to step up, or just bad booking from the men known as SCW bosses. I will claim the later because well, let's be honest about it, Christian Underwood sucks, he's past it, he has no fresh ideas, and Hot Stuff, He'd rather be anywhere else but working. So they takes two people that went against each other weeks ago in a bizarre match with zombies and piss poor actors with worse accents, and says "I know what will sell, I'll put these two in another match, their forth match and give them a whole new gimmicky  match and people will buy it."

Booooooooorrrrrrrrrrinnnnng, but correct. People will buy it cause I'm there, but huge spoiler alert here everyone. I will win again. I will stop you all from having to see Dmitri ever get a shot at my gold again...

You're welcome.



November, not the best month to catch a tan. Not the best month to do anything but sit and watch leaves change color and fall, but California was a little different to most places. Even on coldest days, the sun still seemed to beam through the cities and towns. Today was no different as J2H stepped out of the front door of his home he shared with Melody Grace. He looked around the driveway as the sun brightened it up. Simpson quickly follows him out of the door and Melody Grace stands looking through the door, standing just inside.

Melody: Why do you need to go out so early?

Her voice was tired as she looked at the SCW World Heavyweight champion, standing with the glow of the sun behind him.

J2H: Because it's the build up to the supercard and I'm not a lazy champion. I don't have to sell the match, I have to sell the whole damn company and because the show is only an hour away from where we are now, they seem to see me as the hometown champion, so someone in the office has me running around like crazy over the next two weeks to sell this whole thing.

Melody places her hand on her hips, looking at him.

Melody: What is it today? More fan girls drooling over my man?

He scoffs as he looks at her and shakes his head.

J2H: Press conference at the actual arena. I get introduced, talk to the press for about an hour or so and I get to come home and put my feet up for the rest of the day.

Melody: Yay!

Her tired voice changes to that of renewed life.

J2H: I should be a few hours at most. Simpson will get me there as quickly as possible, back as quickly as possible. We could even go down to the boat and just do nothing, whatever you want.

Melody raises an eyebrow as she looks at him.

Melody: You're being strangely nice. What gives? Did you try to do the laundry again and shrink my clothes or something.

He smirks at his girlfriend.

J2H: Like I'd ever do laundry. I'm happier burning the clothes and just buying new ones.

Melody: So why are you being nice?

J2H: It's a crime now to be nice to my girlfriend? Alright, I'll be mean again then. Get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich woman!

Melody: Make you're own sandwich.

J2H smiles as Dexter waddles out towards the bottom of the door, looking at him.

Dexter: Quack!

J2H looks down at the duck.

J2H: A duck sandwich.

Melody frowns towards him with lowered eyebrows.

Melody: Too mean, bring the nice Jam back.

Another smile crosses J2H's face as he steps towards Melody, putting his arms around her and pulling her hips in closer to his.

J2H: I won't be long. Why don't you make a Christmas present list or something? Or call some people to send you some brochures to come decorate the house for Christmas.

Melody: You hire people to come and decorate your house for Christmas?

J2H looks at the surprise on Melody's face, intrigued by it.

J2H: You mean you don't hire anyone to decorate your house for Christmas?

A natural look sits on J2H's face, not used to the concept of anything other than what he has just said. Melody shakes her head.

Melody: No, why would I? It's our first Christmas together, it's something that we should do together, and not get someone else to do it for us.

J2H looks at Melody with a blank look, the thought of decorating his own house a very foreign concept to him. All through his life, he had never once done this.

Melody: Well at least one of us should.

J2H: Well it's like weeks away anyway, but if someone else is doing it, you might wanna look it up now to book someone to do it.

Dexter: Quack!

J2H looks down at Dexter.

J2H: No, you can't dress up as an elf.

J2H's head shoots straight up as Melody tries to hide a smile.

J2H: Why the fuck am I talking to a duck? Like seriously, why?

Melody: Because you're his daddy and father and son need to communicate more.

J2H shakes his head as he looks at Melody.

J2H: I'm not his...

J2H breathes deeply, looking down at the expensive looking watch on his left wrist and checking out the time.

J2H: I'm gonna be late so...

J2H kisses Melody softly, but quickly on the lips before pulling his head away.

J2H: I will see you in a few hours.

Melody: Have a great time.

J2H: I would say thanks but we both know that ain't gonna happen.  

J2H turns around, walking towards the car where Simpson waits. Melody taps herself on the chin.

Melody: Hmmm, Christmas list....

Ninety minute later.

A busy press conference room is seen as reporters shuffle around taking seats. Some hold video cameras, others cameras for taking pictures, some holding recording devices. A murmur of chatter moves around the room as various news outlets move around the room, looking for the best position to take recordings of the proceedings. Hot Stuff Mark Ward walks across the room, wearing an expensive looking silver suit, setting off a wave of camera flashes. He takes a seat behind the table, looking out the crowd as the mutterings become a hush. He raises his hand and the gathered journalists quieten down completely.

HS: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being here with us today. On Sunday, November the 20th, SCW embark on what we call the sixth series as our mainstay shows now move up to their sixth annual appearance, and it doesn't get no better than this with the last supercard of the year. Fifteen huge matches will be on show, with our superstars from all over the world competing at High Stakes VI, thirty eight men and woman will be wrestling, as well as our annual awards ceremony plus we will see Roxi Johnson, Goth, Sean Jackson and Drake Green all inducted in to the SCW Hall of Fame for 2016.  

Hot Stuff pauses as he looks around at the eager crowd.

HS: Now that is a way to that start the sixth series, as well as end our supercard year. There's a lot of stuff going on and over the next couple of weeks, there will be more than a few of these press conferences where you can meet SCW stars and ask them what you want to know as we build up to High Stakes VI and today for you, we have the man sitting at the top of the tree. I really don't need to introduce you to him really. He is the longest SCW World Champion in history, on an undefeated streak of around nine months. Babies have been conceived and born in the time he has held the world title and he will be headlining High Stakes VI in SCW's first ever Thunderdome match, he is J2H.

J2H walks out from the side of the room, through an adjoining door. Wearing a dark suit with white shirt as well as his SCW World championship over his shoulder, he walks towards the table as a sea of flashing lights brighten up the room. He takes the championship belt from his shoulder and places it on the table, standing it up to face the crowd of people and sits down behind it. Hot Stuff looks at him and nods, allowing him to take control of the press conference.

J2H: First off, I wanna say how great it is to be headlining a supercard so close to home for me, where I have spent my entire life growing up. It's rare that people get a chance to perform on the big stage in front of people he can relate to a little more because this is my place. On the twentieth, I get to do that. I get to be able to defend something I've worked hard to elevate up past the level any other man has managed to do. I'm happy to sit here for a while and answer all your questions.  

Hands instantly fire up in the air and people start to yell out towards him. Hot Stuff points to a near by reporter, a middle aged blonde woman.

Reporter: How do you feel about being placed in a match against a man you have faced twice in the last six weeks, making Sunday your third time in two months. Doesn't this get boring for both you and the fans?  

J2H smiles towards her as he thinks about his answer, buying a little time. He wasn't overly happy at being booked against Dmitri again, but this might not be the time to show it.

J2H: Does it get boring for me? No, I like beating people, I like walking out of places with my championship belt. I like being able to say I've beat someone more than once. Just shows to everyone just how good I am with what I do. You can say I had help before, but I didn't when I beat him non title, and I didn't exactly ask for help in one of them, did I? I ended up defeating him three times in the past, I will again. It's never boring for me to show you what I was born to do, what I was always meant to do. Do football teams get bored of winning? Do boxers get bored of knocking people out? Does anyone get bored of when something they love doing happens?

He pauses as he looks around at people taking notes.

J2H: No, you can't get bored of that. I don't think the fans would ever get bored of me. They might be bored of Dmitri, but don't worry, I will make sure to keep them interested.

Hands fire in the air once more and Hot Stuff points towards a man in jeans and a white T-shirt.

Reporter: Your boss mentioned your amazing winning run earlier. Who do you credit your winning ways to?

J2H: There is not just one answer to this one, there's not one person I can give credit to. It's a mix of people. Austin Parker gave the tools, he gave me the knowledge, the drive to win, to improve. He eventually saw something in me, which could be my never give up attitude. Eventually he had to respect me and saw he had something special there to work with. He gave me the winning mentality. There's also Melody, who has been more than supportive through my run as champion. She has a way of encouraging ya and me being the perfectionist that I am, it helped the run continue. She looks at me proudly when I win, and that drives me on. Also, I put it down to me.

He smirks arrogantly as a few laughs appear around the room.

J2H: I'm serious. Anyone can train to be a wrestler, anyone in this room can train to put on a show, but unless you do what I do, you won't get far. I've listened to any advice given to me, I've watched hours and hours of my opponents stuff before they even know I'm watching them. I take my job pretty seriously at times. I don't just wanna sit there and just show up, wrestle and go home. I'm shattering records and there's still more to break. Between Austin, Melody and myself, it's a winning combo.

He leans back in his chair and Hot Stuff points to a man in his thirties.

Reporter: How do you feel about the management style of Mark Ward versus what has been happening with Christian Underwood and yourself?

J2H casts a glance towards Hot Stuff, he sits back with his arms folded and smiling, interested to know the answer to this question.

J2H: It's as different as night and day. This guy should have come back sooner to take control.

He points a thumb towards Hot Stuff next to him.

J2H: I ain't just saying that because he's sitting right here. You look at him and there's power that commands respect, even if you don't agree with things he has done or has said. With Christian, he's pretty random with everything, he's the good guy everyone goes to, to get what they want, it doesn't matter if it's good for the company. I went to him with a genuine concern about his staff and he put himself in the match.... Why? There was no reason to do that, he could have put in another referee but all of a sudden, he had to be there. Maybe that was his way of showing power, or that he didn't trust his referees, but I'm not a fan of his management style at all.

Hot Stuff smirks and points to another.

Reporter: This is one of the biggest cards of the year, what do you make of it?

J2H: I would say one of our best cards to date. People moaning about the lack of names but when you have like almost forty people on the card, many of them champions or former champions, I think there's a reason why this is the biggest show of the year and you should buy it if you haven't already.  

Hot Stuff points to another raised hand.

Reporter: With your girlfriend co-starring in Jackhammer 3, is there any plans for you to be in a movie.  And if so, will Melody co-star with you?

J2H scoffs at the idea.

J2H: God no! Acting ain't me. I don't wanna do that stuff. Why would I wanna play someone else when I can just be me? I don't like the idea of putting on make up, playing pretend cop, or something like that. I prefer to live in the real world and put a beating on real people, not play around and make out I'm something I'm not. I'll leave the acting to Melody, she's good at it and takes things for what they are. I would read a script and point out all the plot hole. It's just not for me.

Hot Stuff points towards someone else.

Reporter: I have a question for you Mr Ward, will you be listening to J2H's advice about firing Jasmine St John?

Hot Stuff and J2H share a look, this time J2H leaning back in his chair cross armed and waiting for a response.

HS: I am looking in to every aspect of SCW to make it run smoother and better. I have looked at SCW up and down, looking to make improvements after the way Christian has let things slack. The refereeing has been below my high standards, but firing people. I don't know.  

J2H rolls his eyes as he listens to the answer.

HS: Next question please.

He points to another person in the crowd.

Reporter: J2H, Who would you like to face in a match?

J2H: I don't care. Line them up and I'll knock them down. I've beaten everyone here so I think maybe it's time to go pull some legends out of retirement and bring them back here for me to beat and cement my legendary status here in SCW. Bring back the people who used to be former champions and let me take them down one by one until there's no one left.

Hands shoot up in the air again and J2H looks around at the next person Hot Stuff points to.

Reporter: If you could bring anyone up from the past of SCW to face who would you?

J2H: Everyone that's ever won the World championship so I can beat them all. If I had to pick one, will have to be Simon Jones so I can dispel the fact that he was the last person to beat me before I became world champion. I think I owe him one last big SCW  match because him beating me, drove me to get better.  

Reporter: What's going on with you and Rage being friends since you have called him boring?

A smile crosses his face.

J2H: I'd answer this properly in good time, but let's just say that Rage decided to shake off the shackles of a group that's past it's sell by date and listen to me to see what his real potential is. I wanna bring back the beast, not watch the watered down Despayre's bitch version of Rage.

Hot Stuff points to the next reporter.

Reporter: Recently, the hall of fame class of 2016 has been announced, what are your opinions on the announced recipients?

J2H: Hall of Fame should be for people completely retired and we know a couple of these are not retired. Roxi Johnson, meh, she was alright when she showed up. Drake Green, I think we all know my feelings on that guy. Goth, yeah, done well but will always be remembered for laying on his back looking at the lights when I won the world title. Personally, I'm excited for Sean Jackson to come back for one night because last year at the awards, he swept up, took everything. The guy deserves to be in the Hall of Fame, the others, not so much.

Hands jump in the air and Hot Stuff points to the next person.

Reporter: After holding the world title for a record amount of time, what will happen if you lose to Dmitri?

J2H: Well, that won't be happening. Dmitri won't beat me. He doesn't have it in him to do that. I would have happily put my career on the line cause I'm that confident. I'm so confident I can beat him, and will beat him that he might as well not even bother showing up. The fans don't wanna see that happen, even the ones that boo me every week don't want to see that happen. Anyone buying the show don't want to see that happen. Fourteen other matches can go either way, this one won't. Dmitri will not be defeating me at all. Call up your bookies and make some free money on this one.

More hands fly up in the air and Hot Stuff points to another.

Reporter: After Dmitri, who do you think will step up for a shot at the title should you still hold it?

J2H: Just told you I will be holding it after High Stakes VI. Said it before and I'll say it again, I would take on anyone, any time, any place and I'll still beat them. I know this would pull out the Steve Ramones and the Travis Nathaniel Andrews out of the woodwork to try because they struggle to get title shots any other way, but someone with credibility, someone who can give me a challenge, I'm calling on SCW and it's apparent superstars to step up. Make no mistake, I will knock them down again but at least they'll have a chance to main event.

HS: One more question. You...

Hot Stuff points to a young woman holding a notepad.

Reporter: What is next for J2H?  

J2H: Well I'm gonna go home, shut the damn door and relax. Simple as that. In terms of wrestling, beat Dmitri, end the SCW Supercard year as SCW World champion and have a relaxing Christmas.

He looks towards Hot Stuff.

J2H: We done?

Hot Stuff nods and addresses the crowd once more.

HS: We'll you've heard from the champion today. If you haven't bought the supercard, and you'll be mad not to, do so now. Check the schedule for the next press conference with another SCW star.

J2H and Hot Stuff stand up, J2H picking up his title belt as camera flashes go off and the screen fades out.



Back in the car.

J2H sits silently as Simpson drives though the late morning traffic, his eyes on the road. J2H sits next to him in the passenger seat, watching passing cars flash beyond him.

Simpson: What's wrong sir? You've barely said a word since you entered the vehicle.

J2H snaps out of his trance, looking towards Simpson.

J2H: I'm fine, Simpson. I'm just in thought about so much.

Simpson: A problem shared is a problem halved.

A slight chuckle comes from the champions lips.

J2H: That's bullshit Simpson. The problem is still there, it's still the same size. The only difference is two people know about it and not one.

Simpson: A valid come back sir.

J2H: Simpson, can you take me to the boat? I don't feel like being at home right now.  

Simpson moves his eyes towards J2H for just a split second, a look of concern on his face as he looks at the champion.

Simpson: As you wish, sir.

The car speeds off and the scene reopens with J2H sitting on his luxury yacht, sitting at the side, looking in to the water. Simpson can not be seen as the young man sits staring at the waves hitting the side of the boat, his face just a blank look as his eyes seem almost in a fixated state.

What was going through his mind? At that instant, a wave of complete loneliness rushed through his body, as if he was drowning in the emotion that drives people to do irrational things. It was like he was being pulled down by the ankles in to a sea of despair, and he could do nothing about it.

J2H: Why I'm a feeling like this?

His soft words hit the morning breeze as he asked the question he couldn't answer. Something in that press conference stuck firmly in to his mind. What is next for J2H? He answered confidently enough, like he was on auto pilot, but deep down, he didn't really know. Right now, he had everything, everything anyone could want. He was young, he lived in a big house with a beautiful woman. He had a busy, yet fulfilling life. He owned cars most people only saw in magazines, a seven figured boat that he was sitting on this very moment, a tour bus with his face plastered all over it, more money than he could ever spend, but at this moment in time, he felt like he had nothing, like nothing was ever his.

He even held a world championship longer than any man in his company. He worked hard being the man on people's minds, the name on people's lips, but where is there to go at this point?

What do you do when you have everything but feel like you have nothing but a void to fill? Would he even be remembered if he was to just disappear? If he stepped over the side of the boat right now and plunged in to the not so warm waters? Sure, he'd be in the news for a few weeks, people would be hounding Melody for quotes, but after that, who's to say. Something was missing from his life.

J2H: But what?

Again, another question with no answer as the depression kicked in a little more, causing himself to exhale sharply. He had everything he wanted, there was nothing more to do in life. One big achievement and that was it. He knew he wasn't gonna be SCW World champion forever, no one is, he also knew deep down Dmitri isn't the man to dethrone him, he's too one dimensional to do such a thing, but he knew he needed something else, another goal, another aim.

Life felt mundane to the champion at times, like groundhog day was real, living the same thing over and over, maybe it holds truth considering his last matches have been against the same guy and will be against the same guy again. It felt like show up, beat the guy again, and move on, only to be dragged back in to the same match again. His time away from the ring wasn't much better. He'd be booked to appear at random events week in and week out, meeting fans, taking to radio stations, appearing in local schools, he did all this on a weekly basis. He wasn't challenged anymore and at times, his brain slipped in to an automatic mode where he'd already answered the same questions to different people the week before.

His mother had been like this, and although his family history was kept off television because it was none of anyone else's business - not even Melody's, and she didn't ask, but he couldn't help but wonder if the phrase "my mothers son" was becoming truer by the day. She suffered from this affliction where a smile on her face hid what was going on behind her eyes.

He knew how she felt at this point, he knew what it was like to go on living a life with automated responses to every question already in his mind due to hearing the question previously from a fan, or a show host and having to act to the person asking like it's the first time you've heard it. It's your job to do it. It's your daily routine.

Away from the cameras, his home life wasn't bad, but wasn't bad didn't seem to hit the spot anymore. Something was missing, not necessarily with Melody, he enjoyed alone time with her as much as he hated being forced to spend time around her friends. He loved the time he got away, regardless of the fact he never stopped working. There would always be someone that would know who he was, of course mostly teenage girls, much to Melody's annoyance and dismay.

J2H: What can I change?

Again asking no one around. What could be his new goal? Is it time to pack up and move on, say fuck you to the limelight and go? Where was the challenge in SCW anymore? It didn't lie at the feet of Dmitri, he was no threat, he was no challenge, in fact J2H often admitted to people in secret of his displeasure working with a walking cliche. A vampire.... really? Oh all the outdated ways to get noticed in wrestling... He'd often have conversations with Austin Parker, or Casey Williams about the success of a "vampire" in wrestling. Maybe the change is right in front of him from a professional point of view, someone else to work with after he banishes Dmitri back to mid card where he belongs, inflicting defeat number four on him, but there lies another question. Who is next? Again to people close to him, the lack of completion has been brought up. Is there any man in SCW that stands a chance? Maybe the boredom in his professional career is not where things would change.

He knew deep down he could walk away from wrestling without a second thought, hell, he could walk away from ninety percent of everything in his life without a second thought. It's not like he needed the money, it's not like he hadn't signed a fancy deal with SCW giving him future royalties, or that he hadn't taken advantage of appearance fees for SCW. He was in uncharted waters with SCW, setting the bar for others to come after him, but even that was wearing thin.  

J2H: What if I did do that?

What if he did walk away from ninety percent of everything and started a new somewhere, where he was finally challenged to think again. Where life wasn't mundane and things would have to be thought about once more in order to be a better person. We all stop growing when we settle for what we have, one of the rare lines of wisdom his father imparted on him.

He wanted to be a wrestler, he got it, he wanted to have the hot woman by his side, he got it, he wanted to have the fastest cars and the most expensive possessions, he got that too. Now what? Climb a mountain? Cliff dive? Bungee jump? Trek through the amazon? Take a year off and see all the world wonders? Nothing was out of his price range, nothing was out of reach, he could do that tomorrow if he desired. Fuck, if he wanted to turn on the engine of that boat, pick a direction randomly and sail away just to see where he'd end up, he could do it.

This is the thing with being at life's crossroads, you make rash decisions and he knew at the thought of sailing off right now, it would be a rash choice. Melody would never forgive him, and he knew what it was like to be on that end of the rope. He felt the pain, anger, depression, and even suicidal thoughts when she just upped and left him in the past just like that. He hated her for a long time for that, he hated the fact that she came back and fucked off with her Twitter friends before ever coming to look the one man in the eye that she owed an explanation to. He felt the burn inside knowing on Valentine's day, while he was winning the World title, the biggest moment in his wrestling career, she was with other people. He wouldn't wish that pain on his worst enemy, so the idea to start the boat and just go was quickly dismissed.

His eyes continued to stare at the water, barely blinking as he sighed.

J2H: Ugh.

One word, no meaning, all expression was all he could muster out as he looked down at the water once more, his mind still racing of what he could change in his life to give him more purpose, more meaning. Maybe now wasn't the time to think like this, wasn't the time to dwell upon what could be and what might have been.

Once thing was for sure in his clouded mind, one thing that stood out above the rest. He still had a job to do. He had to be a superhero once more. It's not often a guy like J2H can claim to be a hero, but for one more time, he had to slay the vampire. He had to save SCW from having to deal with that monstrosity. No one wanted Dmitri up at the top, no one sure as shit wants to actually see him with the title.

This was the renewed purpose J2H was after, his depression and mental state aside, the thought of Dmitri being the man to entertain the fans, when that  Russian thing could barely speak English, was a thought that cause J2H to run cold. No one on earth could look at Dmitri and see him as a worthy champion and there was one man who could stop him. The Thunderdome took away any chance of Rage or Dmitri assisting, it took away Austin helping out. It kept out Tuscini and Uncle Pinky.... God, what a stupid name! It left just one man to stop him, one man to keep Dmitri out of that title picture where he didn't belong.

The man called J2H.

After it was said and done, the future could be thought about. Everyone gets a week off afterwards, and J2H believed he would need it after an unforgiving structure waited for him at High Stakes VI, but that should give him time to think of his future. Maybe he was a hypocrite for trying to talk Melody in to resuming her career, when he thought about slipping away from his own, but it's something he will worry about after the twentieth.

Although the question of what's next for J2H got a normally rational man to over think, his auto pilot answer rang true. Ridding the top level of Dmitri was his number one priority in his career right now, everything else, it didn't matter right now. There would be plenty of time to pick a path to walk, pick a new goal, but first Dmitri had to be taken care of. Dmitri had to put in his place and told to stay there.

J2H had the power to do that and just like every other goal set for himself, he would hit it. There was no fear of what claimed to be undead. Banishing the undead to where he belonged was a sure fire way to lift the mood of the champion, and he had every intention to do just that.

Smiling, as the camera rested on his face, he looks deep in to it before the camera fades.



People bustle around the already set up SCW arena for High Stakes VI, yet more cameras than usual can be seen down the ramp way and surrounding the ring, with many more people than usual walking around and looking at how the cameras are set up and pointed. The camera quickly jumps backstage to just behind the curtain where a folding directors chair sits with the name "J2H" written on the back of it. In the chair sits the champion himself, the camera moving around to show his face, none to impressed as Simpson stands beside him. The champion looks up at him.

J2H: I can not believe I forgot all about this!

Simpson: It's been scheduled for weeks sir.  

J2H: Simpson, I don't want to do this. I don't want to be a film star or anything like that.

Simpson speaks to him in a soothing tone.

Simpson: It's hardly a movie sir. It's an announcement for the new Sin City Wrestling game, with your face on the cover sir. They could hardly put your face on the cover and let Dmitri film the commercial.

J2H: I guess so Simpson, but why didn't anyone remind me about this?  

Simpson: Sir, you manage your own diary currently.

J2H: Well that needs to change Simpson. I'm a busy man, I need someone else to do this stuff for me and just tell me where I need to be so I don't turn up in places like this, without knowing what the fuck I'm meant to be doing.

A man approaches from the right hand side, a security pass on his chest stating that he is the director for today. J2H reads the pass before turning away.

Director: Mr Hawkes, I think we're ready for you. Have you read the script?

J2H looks up at him with a smirk on his face.

J2H: No, I have no read the script because I forgot I had to be here until someone in the office decided to call me half an hour ago to remind me, so no I haven't read the script. Go find me a script, I'll read it.

The directors jaw drops to the floor as he turns around, snapping his fingers at a nearby intern.

Director: Go get Mr Hawkes a script right now!

His barking tone causes the young lady to jump and dart off. J2H looks at the man with a cocked eyebrow.

J2H: It's a script I'm probably not gonna use anyway. I'm J2H, you can't write for me, no one can. I'll just take your script and I'll work with it.

The directors eyes widen as the intern returns, holding a copy of the script, holding it towards J2H. He takes the pages and starts to flick through them, his eyes concentrating. He shakes his head in disappointment as he looks at it.

J2H: This is absolutely shit.

The directors face drops as he looks at the SCW champion, his title belt over his shoulder.

J2H: And it sounds nothing like me at all. I'm the one selling this thing, I'm not playing a character, so here's what you do. You go get an auto cue thing set up to pull down the ramp, I'll read it and make it my own because their ain't a person in the world that would expect me to speak like this.

He throws the script over his shoulder as he looks at him.

Director: But we can't put an auto cue in the ring for when the masked wrestler attack.

J2H: Fuck it, I'll make that up as I go along. Now go before I decide to just go home. You got five minutes starting now.

The director scrambles away, yelling out orders and waving his arms frantically as he sets up J2H's demands.

J2H: Seriously the worst script anyone has ever written. If I went out there and said anything like that, you wouldn't be able to give this game away.

Simpson moves towards the script and picks it up from the floor, thumbing the pages, and letting his eyes run across the typed words.

Simpson: This does not seem very you, sir.

J2H: It's nothing like me. People don't wanna buy a game because a random person tells you to, you buy a game because someone with quality tells you to.

Simpson: I think they're calling you sir.

J2H looks to where Simpson points his hand as a woman beckons him to move towards her. Standing from his director chair, he moves towards the curtain, stepping up a few steps and standing next to the woman.

J2H: I'm doing this in one go. If he don't like it, he can fuck off. You can edit all ya want.

The woman nods and points towards the curtain. J2H takes the hint and walks through it, countless camera pointed towards him. He looks to the left and then quickly to the right, holding his hand on his title belt. He looks at the camera in front of him with an auto cue set to roll, reading the words "my name is..." causing him to shake his head and quickly going off script.

J2H: I think you know who the hell I am by now. I am the face that pops in to everyone's mind when they think of Sin City Wrestling, but for you uneducated people out there, my name is J2H, and I am your World champion.

He looks at the auto cue as he steps forward.

J2H: Now you can all be honest with yourselves, you've all wanted to be me, you've all wanted to know what it's like to be SCW World champion and now is your chance to do that because this me telling you that you now get to be the best without ever leaving your basements.

He reads the words coming to point at the screen behind him. He smirks down the camera.

J2H: Because I'm the guy that gets to show you this.

He points to the screen behind him and...

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The camera moves back to his face.

J2H: It was rumoured but here's the proof, on Tuesday December the 6th, the worldwide release of Sin City Wrestling, the brand new 2016 video game will hit the shelves, on a Playstation exclusive.  

He tilts his head, looking down the camera at an angle.

J2H: I know, you've always wanted to feel like a champion, to know what it feels like to be me and just beat people up, well in December, you can do just that.  

His eyes move back on to the auto cue as he tries to pick up some bullet points.

J2H: And if you ever get bored of playing as me, but let's be honest, you won't, you will have the chance to pick from a whole host of SCW stars. Despayre, Crystal Millar, Kate Steele, The Angel Clan, every member of the Elders, probably not the dog that is forever stinking up the backstage area and spreading it's fleas about. James Tuscini... Pizza not included, Celeste North, Melody Grace, Natalie McKinley, Team BJ, Evie Baang, Jessie Salco, Dmitri, Travis Nathaniel Andrews.... Wait, Travis made it on to the game?

J2H shakes his head as he looks down the camera.

J2H: Never be Travis, he probably has the lowest rating on the game. Probably a five outta one hundred for everything.

The director watching from the side shakes his head, J2H spots him and point at him.

J2H: Just edit the shit out that you don't want later!

The director looks taken back as he looks at J2H as he turns back to face the camera

J2H: Not only do you have the chance to play as some of SCW's "Not currently working here, yet still in the game" like the legendary Team Hero.

J2H puts his hand up at the camera.

J2H: Hold up! Legendary Team Hero? Who writes this shit? fucking legends? Since when? Since when do you become a legend blowing a title shot, then getting your friends to beg on your behalf for another, only to fuck that up too?

He rolls his eyes as he looks at the camera, rewinding himself a little.

J2H: Can't believe I'm saying this... The legendary Team Hero of Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher, and The Monstimals.

He places his palms out in front of him

J2H: Free royalties for all I guess.

J2H looks at the auto cue as it directs him to start walking down the ring. He starts to walk down the ramp and the camera moves with him.

J2H: You think SCW will stop there? Of course not. This game will also include a very special roster set you can play as, the Hall of Fame roster.

J2H moves his face to the side mouthing the word "really?" to the director, who waves his hand in a circle, forcing the champion to continue.

J2H: Where you will get to choose between Spike Staggs, Vixen, Nick Jones.... What ever happened to that guy? Misty, Gabriel, Kain, as well as latest inductees of Sean Jackson, Goth and Drake Green.

J2H shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: Roxi Johnson and Amy Marshall will be on that roster too. So it doesn't matter if you wanna go back to the olden days and relieve a classic Nick Jones Vs Spike Staggs match, or a Gabriel Vs Sean Jackson match, or a Misty Vs Vixen match, you can do it now. If you wanna be Steve Ramone and try and do something Steve Ramone struggles to do and beat James Tuscini, do it.  

The champion scoffs at his last line.

J2H: Not even Steve Ramone's mother will play as Steve Ramone, so I don't think you will either.  

He reaches outside the ring, stepping up on to the steps and turning around, looking at the camera following and ignoring the many others around ringside.

J2H: If you wanna know what it feels like to be me and kick Dmitri's ass, the power is in your hands on December 6th. If you want to go the new generation against the old generation, please pick me to kick the hell out of Drake Green over and over and over again, that would never get boring!

He steps through the ropes and moves towards the middle of the ring, moving to the center.

J2H: And you pre order this now, you will get a bonus of playable champions from the past. You could take to the ring as Simon Jones or Jordan Williams. Maybe the women is more your thing, so preordering now will get you Odette Stevens and Kittie as playable characters.

From nowhere, a masked wrestler attacks, charging towards J2H. J2H ducks a clothesline and waits for the man to turn around. J2H lifts his foot up and puts it on the man's jaw and drops backwards with the Kiss This. He stands up and straightens his shirt, lifting up his title belt and placing it over his shoulder. He looks down the camera again.

J2H: Or maybe you think you're good enough to beat me?

J2H shakes his head slowly.

J2H: We all know you can't but there's one way to find out. Get out there, run to mommy and daddy, tell them you wanna beat up J2H for Christmas, pre-order Sin City Wrestling, the video game and I will be right here waiting for you to try.

J2H moves closer to the camera smirking.

J2H: Well, I'm waiting right there on the wrestling game of the year. That's real talk!

Director: And cut!

The director moves to get in the ring, climbing up the steps and in to the ring. He nods with a rather surprised look on his face as he looks at the champion.

Director: That was better than I thought it would be.  

J2H: That's because you had the real deal talking here and not some robot who thinks they can sound like me with writing.

Director: Ok, let's try it again, stick to the same bullet points about the roster and we'll edit it in.

J2H: Nah, I think I'm ok with that. It's an announcement, it's bringing joy to people's lives, it's not something I need to do again. Edit shit out, leave it as it is. It doesn't matter to me. I ain't one of these people that like repeating myself so that's good enough for me. Don't like it, call Melody and get Melody to do this shit. She's an actress, she's good at this stuff. I'm outta here. I gotta go find a personal assistant so I have someone to tell ya that I'm too busy to do this shit if it ever comes up again.

J2H turns and steps out of the ring as the camera fades out.



In to a plain looking, small room inside the home of Melody and J2H, true to his word, the search for Personal Assistant is underway, as he and Melody Grace sits behind a table, both with clipboards in front of them. Simpson stands to the side of the two. J2H leans back in his chair as he looks towards Melody, a frown on her face.

Melody: I don't know why you need a personal assistant Jam. I mean you could let me retire and do all that stuff for you.

Narrowed eyes and a scrunched up face shows Melody just what the SCW World Champion thinks of that idea. Melody turns away from him.  

J2H: It's like you want people to send me hate mail or something.

Melody turns back towards him, a curious look on her brow.

Melody: What do you mean?

J2H: You retire cause I just give up on bothering trying to stop you. You being one of the most popular in SCW, upsets the fans, they think I make you retire to be my lap dog. I get the hell for it. You don't wanna retire because you love the fans too much. You wanna retire because of a lack of confidence in yourself. Besides, we already have people here who want the job.

Melody: Fiiiiiiiiiinnnnnneeee.

J2H looks towards Simpson, nodding towards the door.

J2H: Send the first one in Simpson.

Simpson: She's already here sir.

Melody and J2H look at each other before looking in front of the table. Simpson clears his throat and nods down in front of the table. Both J2H and Melody slowly look over the table, their palms pressed against the wood and leans over slowly to see the personal assistant of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Miss Minnie standing in front of them.

J2H: Holy shit, it's a hobbit!

Melody backhands J2H across the arm, causing him to turn his head and look at her.

J2H: How long as she been there, Simpson?

Simpson: About ten minutes.

J2H shakes his head, looking at her.

J2H: This ain't gonna work. The woman ain't got big enough hands to hold a diary to fit in all the stuff I need in it, and an IPad is like twice the size of her. Next!

Again, Melody backhands J2H against the arm, but he can't help but smile as she walks next to Simpson.

J2H: Hahahaha, she's not even as tall as his knee!

Simpson leads Miss Minnie out of the room and accepts the glaring look Melody throws across the table with a smile back in her direction. Simpson waves the next candidate in, a woman in her sixties in a flowery dress, and curled white hair. Melody leans across the table.

Melody: She looks familiar.

J2H shrugs his shoulders as he looks towards her.

J2H: And what's your name?

Woman: My name is Euphegenia Doubtf...

J2H puts his hands up, stopping the woman in mid name. He shakes his head as he looks her up and down, Melody's eyes wide with excitement.

J2H: Don't say it, we might get sued. Next!

Her voice deepens to that of a possible career long trucker.

Woman: Well screw you buddy!

Melody and J2H's eyes both widen as J2H leans back in his chair, both her and Melody sharing a glance, both unable to hide a smile at each other. As Simpson shows her out a woman blows through the window with an umbrella open, causing both J2H and Melody to turn around. J2H shakes his head.

J2H: Didn't you hear what I said to the last broad? Don't wanna get sued over here Mary, next!

Mary: You'll get your medicine someday young man.

J2H: And I'll take it with a spoonful of sugar.... NEXT!

The woman huffs as she charges out of the door, J2H looks at Melody with a sigh.

J2H: Well hasn't this gone supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Melody: Can you get sued for that?

J2H: I don't know but I don't need some Englishwoman bouncing around the place singing songs all day. It's bad enough when you watch Frozen and you're singing songs at me all day.

Melody: Let it go Jam, just let it go.  

J2H rolls his eyes as he looks towards Simpson, standing with the door closed. The door swings open, hitting Simpson in the back behind the door, knocking the big man halfway across the room. Standing in the doorway, Twisted Sister looks around, standing still. Melody and J2H just looks at each other in shock as Twisted Sister slowly wanders in the room, looking around the room, trying to get used to the surroundings. Simpson shakes off the daze, straightening his jacket.

J2H: You want to be my PA!?

Twisted Sister stops, looking at J2H and Melody behind the table.

Twisted Sister: I saw the line and thought it was to the new Harry Potter movie!

J2H: It's really not.

Twisted Sister: I wondered why the guy outside wouldn't sell me any popcorn!

With that, Twisted Sister just turns on her heels and walks out of the room, leaving Melody, J2H and Simpson sharing baffled looks.

J2H: Well this day can't get any stranger.

Famous last words as SCW wrestler, rockstar and long time friend of J2H's from days before wrestling, Alex Rush walks in the room, causing both J2H and Melody to look once more confused.

J2H: Me and my big mouth.

Alex strolls across the room and stands in front of both J2H and Melody.

Alex: Alright James, me old China.

J2H: Alex... What are you doing here?

Alex: I heard there was a job going, and I heard it will blow. I do love a good blowj...

Before Alex continues, J2H yells out at the top of his voice.

J2H: NEXT!

Alex slowly nods his head up and down.

Alex: I've had worse auditions.

Alex turns to leave and J2H puts his head on the table, slowly shaking it as Melody puts her hand on the back of his neck, running her fingers along his flesh.

J2H: This is a disaster.

Melody: We'll keep trying.

Simpson: Excuse me sir, there's one more to see you.

J2H lifts his head up before shaking it towards him. J2H stands up, walking towards the door.

J2H: Nope, had enough

[J2H]

 J2H: Nope, had enough of this shit for one day.

He reaches the door, putting his hand on the handle, looking down to see Angel, dressed up in a business suit, sitting on the floor, his bear face tilted upwards as if he was looking at J2H. J2H shakes his head and shuts the door before turning around to Melody, sitting at the table.

J2H: Put him down as a 'maybe'.

Melody looks at him with a curious look on her face as she brushes her blonde hair from her forehead.

J2H: What? Out of all these piss poor candidates he was the best! And at least he dressed for the part.

The camera fades out as Simpson and Melody look at J2H as if he was insane.



The time to talk directly is upon us again as J2H sits in the middle of the ring, once again in the Galen Center in Los Angeles, California - I guess it helps to be local this week. Surround the ring, a cage with a dome covering it. J2H sits on the floor, his legs crossed, his title on his lap as he looks around, strands of barbed wire hangs from various places, as well as weapons. His eyes look around, looking at the structure, seeing what parts may or may not have hidden surprises, like electrical charges. He looks up at the camera in front of him.

J2H: Such a difference a few days makes. A few days ago, I was standing in this very spot right here. Standing to announce a video game and now I'm sitting here under the dome and talking.

He looks either side, his face calm, his eyes focused.

J2H: I've gone from talking about buying something to a place that if you listen to Dmitri, will be my final resting place, my tomb, the place I will eternally sleep in peace while he lives on for another thousand years. If you listen to that vampire go on and on, about everything he's said about me for months, the basics are the same. He will bury me, he will take my title, he will end me. This is the best he's had in a long time, and no one expects him to change now, so let's presume that this is where I will end my days in Dmitri's eyes.

The champion turns his head either side, shrugging his shoulders.

J2H: Nah, this is not my time to die and this is not my place to die.

He looks down the camera.

J2H: This is your last chance Dmitri, your one last chance to actually make something of yourself, your one and only final chance to get what you want. You read the contract, your grandpa eyes ran over it bro and you saw that this match has more meaning for you than when I beat you non title, when I beat you after you beat a few losers to earn that right, when I beat you at Halloween, this one has that touch of spice in it for you. Everyone thought you was gonna win at Halloween, you tried to play me by having the pia boy and the old man with you to give you an advantage but I was always one step ahead of you. I knew you couldn't win on your own, you knew you couldn't win on ya own so I knew you'd call in the back up, so I brought Rage. I ain't even sure what JT was doing there, but either way, I had a back up to stop you from doing this to me, to cheating me out of my belt. The script wasn't written for you to do anything other than fail and yet, here you stand, trying one more time, one last time to get your hands on what will never be yours.

He waves his finger from side to side, firmly shaking his head.

J2H: Never be yours Dmitri and now you stand in the last chance saloon. You stand there knowing you have one bullet left and you need to make it count. Your shot has been off for a long, long time Dmitri and this is it, nothing more, nothing less. You need to make it count and I don't think you have it in you to do that. I don't think you can hold your hand steady enough to pull the trigger. The pressure it on, that ton of weight sits on your shoulders, pressing you down further and further, while the eyes rest on you Dmitri. Every eye in the house is looking at your sweat covered face as your hand shakes on that trigger. You couldn't make the shot when you had a non pressured chance to earn yourself a match against me non title. You won't make that shot now, even if I had my face pressed against the barrel of the gun begging you to do it. If I stood completely still and felt the metal push in to my forehead, you still couldn't take the shot to end me Dmitri.

He tilts his head down and smiles.

J2H: Not even if I drew a target on my head and shoot under a neon sign with bright flashing arrows.

J2H smirks down the camera.

J2H: You just don't have it in you to finish me off, or you'd have come a shit load closer to doing it on the other three occasions you stood across from me. I mean you can claim I had help, but you'd be a hypocritical bastard if you did because was it not your plan to use those two irrelevant clowns to do the same to me? You had chances to put me away long before anyone else got involved, but did you take it? No, you saw what you could become, and the nerves ran through you and you bulked. You fell at the last fence and that proves you don't have it to lead this company, you don't have it to lead a conga line.

J2H rubs his hand across his chin.

J2H: Yet something in your tiny little mind thinks you can have it in you to do it. Take that thought out of your head bro, cause you don't have it in you at all.

He looks around the thunderdome.

J2H: This will not become my tomb, Dmitri. This will become the site of one of my most famous victory. This is not a case for you where you will fall before you rise, this is a place where I will end your aspirations on becoming a champion once and for all. This is where your hopes, dreams and urge comes to say it's final goodbyes. This is where we come to say goodbye to who you thought you were. When you look at it Dmitri, for months, I have been poison running through your veins, slowly breaking you down from the inside out and this is the final dose for you, because after this, you will not know which way to go, you'll be a lost soul not sure what to do.

An arrogant smirk crosses J2H's face.

J2H: I don't know what's worse. The fact that your soul would have been completely destroyed, or the fact that you'd be in James Tuscini's shadow for the rest of eternity.  

J2H winces at the thought.

J2H: No one wants to be in his shadow. His shadow doesn't even wanna be there.

His face changes back to a smirk.

J2H: I know you seem to think that you need to bring yourself up to my level of being modern. You're old fashioned, I'm the most forward thinking man to have ever graced a wrestling ring, and I get that you're trying to keep up a bit. Dmitri even signed up a Twitter account. Don't follow him, he's an idiot.

A frown crosses J2H's face.

J2H: What self respecting "vampire" tweets his opponent mentioning MySpace and using the term lol?

A confused look covers his face.

J2H: Like seriously bro?

J2H puts his palms flat out towards the camera, a look of disbelief on his face.

J2H: This is further proof that he is still so far behind me in every aspect of his life, the guy doesn't even see me. I ain't in a different league than Dmitri, I'm playing a different sport. While I'm in the MLB top flight, he's in some amateur team in the ass end of Albuquerque!  

J2H shakes his head.

J2H: Yet he still thinks this is now his time with no proof to back it up, no logic behind it. This isn't it Dmitri, this isn't your time now, your time will be never. This is what keeps me going.

He holds his left hand on the title belt, his eyes looking down at the shining gold as he continues to talk.

J2H: You're stepping in to the fire again with absolutely no way to put it out, no way to even walk through it. Not even the so called undead can walk through the heat of these flames. Many have tried, all have failed and you at forth time of asking will be the exact same. I can't believe you're stupid enough to even sit there and let the thought enter your mind that you stand a chance of doing it, doing the impossible and shattering this reign. Better people have tried and better people got a lot closer than you ever have. Bigger challenges stood in front of me and couldn't take it.

He raises his eyebrows as he looks up and down the camera once more.

J2H: Do you really think you have half the talent Despayre has? Even a quarter of the talent? Don't take that as a compliment Despayre, it just shows how bad Dmitri really is.

A firm nod of the head comes from the champion.

J2H: I've come up against bigger and better, more talent, more drive, more determination to shut me up and they couldn't get close to me. Now I'd put you down three times like the diseased dog that you are. Why anyone thought and will think it's forth time lucky for you Dmitri, because it's really not, and it never will be. It's the end of you, it's where you finish. You're every guy running against Usain Bolt. You can see the finish line, but there's always one in front of you, there's always that one guy that's gonna stop you from getting that gold. That one guy will always be me.

J2H points to himself confidently.

J2H: It doesn't matter what kinda match it is, even if it was a "you had to be a vampire to win" match, you'd still end up my bitch.

A laugh comes from his lips as he sits there with his fingers entwined.

J2H: It's nice to have a dream Dmitri, but once again, I'm gonna turn yours in to a nightmare. I'm going to make you regret ever putting your name on an SCW contract and expecting to get to the top of the place. You should have just wandered back to your cave where you belong after I beat you the second time instead of crying like a little bitch because Christian can't kick straight. You should have gone back, put yourself in the coffin and stayed there but no, you wanted to go again, like you deserved to but believe me, you don't deserve a thing. You didn't deserve to be in another match with me, you don't deserve to be in this match with me now. The first ever in the apparent sixth series of SCW and you're in it with me.

He shakes his head with disappointment.

J2H: They musta scrapped right through the bottom of the barrel when it come to picking you to face me.

He looks up straight in to the camera.

J2H: You will need a God given miracle Dmitri, to even get anywhere neat me at High Stakes VI because I refuse to let you. You will need to do more than any man has ever done in the history of the universe to force me to give up my title. I won't go down without a fight, nor do I expect you to give me a fight for this.  

He runs his fingers along the championship belt.

J2H: The Thunderdome is not set up for you to win like the Halloween bullshit was, and you still fucked up, nor is it set up for me to win, because I don't even know what the fuck this is, it's set up for you to take ya last shot at me. It's set up so we can be remembered for the first people stupid enough to step in this shit, but you won't be remembered as the first person to walk inside this thing, and walk out with the victory. You will be the first to be remembered as the guy who stepped in to the Thunderdome, got his ass kicked and left with his tail between his legs. Everyone remembers the greatest matches of all time, the firsts in our business. Not many remembers the losers. They'll be saying for many years to come. "Do you remember when J2H won the first ever Thunderdome match in SCW?" but no one will remember who I beat. I'll try and help you out Dmitri. I'll get a shirt printed up with J2H 4, Dmitri 0 written on it, just so people will think back at the times I've beat you and remember in what matches I beat you in.  

J2H uncrosses his legs for the first time and pushes himself to his feet, The SCW world championship in his fingers. He raises the belt over his shoulder and takes a step towards the camera.

J2H: I'm a man for firsts Dmitri, my record speaks for itself. I'm a man to take a belt and not let anyone come near it for nine long months, the first person to ever do that in SCW, and this guy will not be slowing down anytime soon. I was the first man to win in that stupid fucking bayou match someone dreamed up after watching a no budget horror film, but I was the first man to walk in that shit filled swamp and walk out as a winner. I will walk in to this thing and have the first on my record again in a positive light, because I will be the first man to walk out of here, SCW's first Thunderdome match, with the victory.

He nods his head confidently as he looks around the ring.

J2H: I ain't scared of this or what you can do to me in here. I will never be scared of that, so expect this to go one way. You go cancel your victory party, and by that I mean tell Tuscini to go home to his can of soup, cause you ain't gonna have nothing to celebrate bro. You're just gonna be sitting there trying to figure out where you go from here, cause this ain't gonna be the start of a big championship run, it ain't gonna be anything but you having to go and pick on someone in the midcard area, cause that's as high as you're ever gonna get. You ain't got  chance of beating that level and you ain't got a chance of beating me either.

He puts his arms out to the side, moving around the ring in a circle.

J2H: In your fantasy world, Dmitri, I'm human, I'm prey to you, but this is my jungle, the six sided SCW ring is where I hunt. This dome means you won't escape from me. Get ready Dmitri, because I will be ending your hopes of ever becoming the world champion, at High Stakes VI. That's real talk bitch!

J2H walks past the camera as the scene fades out.

[Dmitri]

 <color=white>Hello, is it me you are looking for??
Warsaw, Poland,
November 14th 2016</color>

A cold winter night, the streets are seemingly empty. Empty except for one man, walking the pavement towards a flickering lamp post. The man stares at the light as it flickers in his face, sometimes an electric shock can be seen coming from the top of the lamp post as it comes in contact with some soft flowing rain drops.

How soon spring and summer are replaced by the coldness of autumn and winter

His eyes are cold, focused upon the lightbulb that clearly isn’t functioning properly anymore. The figure wraps one hand around the base of the lamp post as if to feel whether there is life still left in it’s body.

The coldness of a slow and painful agonizing death, it’s understandable that you wish to hold on to a final straw of hope and desire to survive another cold night. In the hope to feel the warm summer night, as that is supposed to give you strength and desire to go on in the hope to survive the next winter months. Only to know that one day, you have to move on isn’t it??

Another electric shock emerges when a few more raindrops comes in contact with the electric wires that are without any protective padding.

I know the heart is almighty, strong in the hopes of overcoming another obstacle that is placed in front of you. And why not? If you can survive the cold weather in Poland, then why would you not wish for more?? It’s like that song that people often have used to enhance their lives…. If you can make it here, then you can make it anywhere.

And I know that the theory is based upon the lime lights of New York City, New York. But then again, humans are often narrow minded when it comes down to other tests of survival anywhere in the world isn’t it oh wonder of modern technology of the past??

Both his hands are now around the base of the lamp post, feeling nothing but the metal like outlining of it… sensing some of the electricity that flows through it to make sure that in normal situations the lamp post would still be shining.

It’s a miracle indeed that even though all odds, you still find the desire to go on. Too bad for you, time will ultimately get the better of you and you perish… never to be remembered by any other lost soul… because you will be replaced by another light bulb and the circle of life restarts as if nothing has ever happened. But perhaps I could be wrong and time needs to tell us differently wouldn’t you agree??

Are you now romanticising about a lamp post and a light bulb Dmitri???

Dmitri does not respond to the words of his maker as he recognizes the female voice that spoke towards him, his dark eyes close for a second or so as his hands squeeze the lamp post with anger.

Easy now, you may strangle it. That would be too harsh to explain to it’s relatives wouldn’t you agree??

A sinister laughter can be heard coming from the mouth of Dmitri’s maker, causing Dmitri to bare his fangs for a few moments before slowly hiding them again. Not allowing his animosity towards his creator to take control over him.

What did you come for??

There is a moment of silence, as if she has vanished into the thin air. But Dmitri knows better without his head turning towards her.

I SAID….,

Oh I know what you have said kind Dmitri, making me feel right at home in this dump of a once great city of a once proud nation. Why in the hell do you wish to waste your time as being the seemingly only electrician in this forsaken nation?? Don’t you have anything better to do than merely booking trips to remember forgotten names in this past century?? Don’t tell me that you are here for Lech Walesa??

Dmitri smiles as he hears the name of the former president of this country and Nobel prise winner. He turns his attention towards his maker as we can only see the back of her as she stares back at him.

I guess you know a thing or two of what happened in the 20th century, I’m surprised as you never were too much interested in modern historical facts and stuck upon the old days of forgotten memories. What has changed???

A slap across the face of Dmitri can be seen as the pale white hand emerges from her long coat. Scratching his face with her long and sharp fingernails that are covered entirely in black finger nail polish. We can see Dmitri rub his face after the slap and see how the scratches softly vanishes upon his face as no marks remain upon his face.

The 20th century you say Dmitri? Oh please do tell what has happened that none of us has known about?? Two world wars, a cold war afterwards, a breakdown of communism of many nations breaking free from the iron fist that socialism had upon it?? The hatred upon man, and many political masterminds receiving a Nobel Prise for freedom, only to turn to war afterwards? Oh yes, I know many other thing has happened, but surely you cannot tell me that there is any relevance into it all??

Dmitri grins as he turns his attention towards the lamp post and watches the flickering of the light as suddenly his maker grabs him by the hair and shoves him face first into the lamp post. Causing Dmitri to have his face being grinded into the metal like fabric. His skin of pure white paleness turn even paler as the pressure of the part of the face causes the skin tone to disappear partially.

Are you not going to resist Dmitri? Are you just letting words fly you by as you were a passive individual?? Do I need to raise you from scratch once more? And show the world how vicious you can be?? No wonder you lost…..

Don’t you say it!!!

A sinister smile emerges as she laughs softly, realizing she has hit a sensitive spot upon her vampire that she created.

Did I hit a soft spot Dmitri?? I never knew that a human could have come between our bond. But perhaps it was just meant to be? I mean, wasn’t it a human thought that they were on the top of the food chain?? That they are the most dominant species on this planet?? So why not show it to a full blown Nosferatu that is an embarrassment to the ancient world??

Dmitri tries to break free from the lamp post as he tries to push away from it, but the strength of his creator is too much for him.

Let me go!! I’m NOT an embarrassment!!!! I….

Suddenly he feels the sharp fangs of his maker sink into his flesh of his neck, causing him to gasp in surprise. He wants to scream, but for some reason no sound can be heard into the void that is Warsaw. Her hand pulls back upon his mouth and pulls his face sideways quickly as that allows her to gain more access to his neck. We can see him trying to beg her to stop, but she forcefully pushes him into the lamp post and wrap his arms around it before pulling her fangs out of his neck, causing him to regain the power of his vocal chords.

What the f…….

STOP IT!! Do you actually think I care about your verbal teachings about the historical humans that you have watched from the sidelines?? They should have gotten to their knees and BEGGED YOU!!! But no, you were their watcher from the corner, whisper them advice and teachings that I TAUGHT YOU!!!

She grabs him by the throat and turns him around and has him stare into her eyes that the camera can’t see as she is standing between Dmitri and the camera crew showing her back.

I had taught you how to survive upon your own, never to trust a human being. I taught you how to victimize the humans after trusting them, but the way I look at it… that humans have to give you a final chance to beat one of their own?? You know what that has made you???!!!

She bashes the back of his skull into the lamp post, causing a dent to emerge into the lamp post as Dmitri growls at the impact of the blow. Only to infuriate his creator as she bashes him into the lamp post once more.

It made you their pet!! Or how do they call it these days?? Oh yes, their personal BITCH!! It’s funny at how degrading you look at these vampires these days like that Lucy Serraphina and tell them that they are weak!! While it is YOU that disgraces ME!! The Elders!! The elite of the Nosferatu!! You put the name to shame DMITRI!!

Dmitri tries to reach out to his maker, as he puts his hands on her arms as he attempts to make her let go off her grip. But instead of having any kind of impact, it is the vampire maker of himself tosses him hard in the middle of the street. The camera follows the vampire being thrown in the air as he lands hard on the street. Causing his head to bounce off from the street before he slowly attempts to get to his feet. Only to be stopped by his maker that has put her shoe on his throat as her high heel is clolse to the side of his neck where she has bitten him, the wounds of the bites hasn’t heeled yet as Dmitri realises this and shows a sign of concern.

What’s the matter Dmitri?? You can’t rely upon the healing tricks that you believed to be a trick?? It’s a fucking gift!!! And a gift that you don’t deserve at this moment!! You got to earn it back!!! Or else?? Else you will perish!!!

With that his creator walks off as Dmitri struggles to get to his feet, holding his hand to his neck as he sees his blood show up for the first time since he was a human being.

<color=white>Old man, look at my life. I’m a lot like you were
Texas Desert,
November 15th 2016</color>

A car is driving on a deserted road in the desert of Texas, inside the car we see three men talking to each other. Two up front and one in the back, the two in front of the car are identified as Uncle Pinky and James Tuscini as the other man in the back is Dmitri. Pinky is driving the car as Tuscini is watching Dmitri in the rear view mirror that he has taken from the view of uncle Pinky. Dmitri in the back is looking like a mess as we see a scar on his neck where his maker has bit him, his skin is grey and his hair is slowly starting to get grey.

Damn Dmitri, you look like shit

Dmitri’s eyes look up for a few moments, instead of his usual black eyes we see merely all whiteness as we barely can see his pupils. This causes James Tuscini to become quiet as he is unsure whether he is reaching out to his tag team partner.

Dmitri…, I…

Dmitri’s eyes are once again lowering, his teeth are yellow as if they haven’t been brushed in ages as he slowly and softly speaks[/color]

You have told me fifty times already James, how much more do I fucking have to hear this??

I am sorry Dmitri, but you look terrible. I don’t know what in the hell you ate in Poland, but you aren’t going to that shithole again before having a good meal!!

Dmitri’s eyes roll as he stares at James finally after a few moments of quietness.

I was the meal James…, I….

You were what??!!!!

Dmitri grinds his teeth as he struggles with his rage.

Let it be James, I don’t want you to get involved in that what you don’t…

What?? I don’t understand?? Is that it?? Maybe I don’t understand and don’t want to understand what you are doing on your own!! But that you are getting yourself killed is something I am not going to just let it be!! You are my tag team partner, you are the man that is the number one contender for the world title. A championship belt that is YOURS!! And you get yourself almost killed?? What were you thinking when you finally dialled my number to get your ass out of Eastern Europe?

I….

Dmitri drops his eyes and becomes silent, uncle Pinky looks over his shoulder towards the vampire before towards his nephew with a concerned look on his face.

I think you went too far James, I…,

No uncle Pinky, he is right. I fucked up. I am on my final chance to win the world championship belt as well as having to prove to my elders that I am worth to be the vampire that I was supposed to be. And…. She showed me that I wasn’t ready. That I am a disgrace to my race

The two men stare at him as James Tuscini cannot believe his ears.

You are what?? Look, I could give a crap what your maker thinks

James…., don’t

Don’t do what?? Speak out my mind?? Like what will happen?? Your maker will now have me on her dining plate?? Will she suck my blood and see whether I will jump off a building for her?? I’m not scared Dmitri!! You are better than any other vampire I have ever seen!!!

Like where James?? On the silver screen??

Silence comes over the Roulette champion, as he did not expected that answer from Dmitri and realizes that he is right and that he has never met a real vampire besides his tag team partner.

I….

You are fearless James, you are a great champion and an example for humans to survive in my world. But you don’t know one damn thing of who I truly should be…, I am a hunter…, I am the one that hunts down the weak, the mediocre and even the strong to feed upon.

Yeah, you told me Dmitri, I understand and I…

No you don’t, because if you truly understood than you have to realize that I should have been hunting men like you as that is what she is expecting from me. Weak minded vampires that needs the protection from the sun hunt the fools, predators like me should be hunting men like you to be stronger. She is expecting me to hunt instead of drinking blood from the weak and pour it in a bottle to drink from. She is expecting me to turn on you and sink my fangs in your neck.

Silence comes over James Tuscini as he turns his gaze back upon the road.

Are you still following me James??

So what has stopped you from doing so Dmitri?? Or are you waiting for the night to fall??

He grinds his teeth, clearly agitated by the remark from his tag team partner, but finally sighs.

Because I want J2H, I want to break him. I want to show him that he is great, but that I am better. I want…

James Tuscini turns around and shows anger on his face.

Then do something about it!! Stop being such a whining little bitch!!!!

Suddenly out of nowhere it is Dmitri that launches forward towards his tag team partner and grabs him by the throat and has a look of anger upon his face that we haven’t seen from him in a long time. Causing Uncle Pinky to lose control over the car as he got startled over this, seeing how his nephew got attacked by his tag team partner.

Uncle Pinky??

Yes???

I suggest if you don’t want neither of us killed, I suggest that you keep your eyes upon the road. As for you James?? I am grateful for your concerns, I am grateful that you were willing to pick me up from the airport and drive me wherever it is that I need to be going. I am grateful that you allow me to be your tag team partner, but don’t and I mean don’t you ever call me something that my maker called me last night. Don’t start to anger me James, don’t make me lose control and just become that what I am almost upon the edge on from becoming. Because when I lose it?? I will drink your blood without any doubt and become that what I fear the most.

Dmitri finally lets go off the grip that he has had upon the Roulette champion, who is gasping for oxygen and finally motions for his uncle Pinky that he is alright. Causing him to focus on the road once more.

Dmitri…, I….,

You shall not need to apologise James, you will soon see the man that you have grown accustomed to as to be your tag team partner. As I need to focus at the target at hand… so why don’t you stop me at the next town… I’m starving

Tuscini looks at uncle Pinky as he swallows, realizing that what Dmitri asked of him is that he is ready for a hunt.

Oh god has it been so long ago that I finally opened up my eyes and saw the light?? Oh how quaint of how the use of words opens up a lot of doors to any direction that you wish to go. And what direction in life is needed to gain so much more?? A mere will to survive is so passé these days wouldn’t you agree??

I’ve missed this…. So much

embrace it Dmitri

It’s like the warm embrace of a parent upon a new born baby, to hold something so delicate and so helpless. Unaware of all the dangers that it may come in contact later on in life, the dangers that your parents will be able to protect you from as a lioness protects her cub. Only for them to teach their young of how to survive upon your own… too bad for you humans that it takes too long

Way too long

Whereas in other countries children go to work instead of going to school to get an education, so that they can provide themselves and their families for a better future. The way you humans often fantasise about to have a brilliant son that will become the next Einstein, creator of theories that would make this world a better place. Only to realize that they are mediocre and are able to find a job at a local grocery store

And to lie to their children that you are still proud of them aren’t you daddie??

Please stay out of my mind!!

Or else Dmitri?? Will you once again attack me?? And get bitten like the last time?? How is your wounds by the way?? all healed up??

I sigh, realizing that I can’t shake her off as we are connected with each other. Truth needs to be told I hate her and yet…, I love her. I cannot stand her, yet I cannot live without her… to be united by blood is one thing as being blood brothers, but this?? Oh God, I am driving myself into insanity!!!

Please God…, save me…

Desperate Dmitri?? Why don’t you share your thoughts a little more??

Damnit, why can’t I just do this upon my own?? Where has my individuality gone to? Why did this creature ruin the day that I wished to be a the one that would be a master upon one of my own kin?? Why did she shove me down to the dirt of the sand and ridicule me!!!

If I were a human, your thoughts would have flattered me Dmitri

I have feared this day for many centuries, I have travelled the world and realize now that I didn’t travel it to learn and feast upon the blood of others. I travelled in the hopes of escaping you… how

Foolish of you to think that Dmitri???

Yes….

There is no reason anymore for me to lie, there is no reason for me to run off into whatever corner of this earth for the hope of safety. The only reason for me to survive….

Oh goodie, are you going to share to me and the world what the meaning of life is?? Or of course…, I should say your undead life isn’t it Dmitri??

Yes…..

I have to bleed, I have to crawl through the mud. I have to beg, I have to look up at the sun and feel the pain upon my now soon to be gone eyes… I hate my life so much right now and the only way to escape your grip is to destroy HIM, to beat HIM… to end HIS reign of terror upon me.

You must become history

I’m not convinced yet Dmitri…

Oh for the fuck sakes!! Can’t you please stay out of my thoughts for five seconds?? Are you here to anger me?? Or to bring back confidence that YOU shredded from my soul!!! Please woman!!!

Is that any way of thinking about me?? I thought I have taught you differently to hate me more than that Dmitri… I almost feel

What?? Pity?? Love??

Oh no Dmitri, that would have been too easy to guess. Even for someone like you, oh no… I feel compassion.. compassion towards me?? How sickening.. I should have killed you in Poland right then and right there….

I sigh, I know she’s right. I know she has got me killed and is only waiting for that right moment to finish the job. My life, my existence is hanging upon a thread, a thread, a thin line where normally a puppet would have one of his ligaments hanging upon to be used by it’s puppeteer. But this thread is the only difference for me to be separated from those who are dead inside their graves, waiting for their call to one more time walk the earth to eat you alive. How could I have gotten to this point?? I had everything under control, I was even toying with everyone

Or was I??

I hate it when doubt is overshadowing my knowledge that I am beyond the reach of you James.., why is it that she needed to set me upon this crossroad of misery and eternal damnation? Why is it that a wench always needs to stick her nose into things that were not meant to be hers in the first place!!!

Have you forgotten that I made you?? You are mine Dmitri?? Just as much as you were James his plaything every time he screwed you. And you were too blinded to see that.

I hate you

Good, go on… let it all out… that’s what a psychiatrist would say when he sucks the life out of every human’s wallet. You should try that, suck some blood instead Dmitri…

What more can I say? What more can I do?? What is the mystery of the next morning where the sun comes up from the East… why is it that humans always smile? Why is it that I have not crossed the path of where I have become once again that what I was supposed to be. To be a nos….

Don’t say or even think that word before you are once again embraced in my presence.

I sigh….

To be continued.

<color=white>Fade to Black
17th November 2016
Los Angeles, California</color>

The Staples centre is deserted, the arena where Showtime was magical in the eighties and where Kobe in his prime had won many championships. Where Hollywood came out and showed their faces as being a part of a dynasty has now become more a Clippers town as many have deserted the Lakers for their mediocrity of the last few years. Even though as the Clippers have a better track record this season so far, we can hear the voices speak of a new era in the coming years as a few nights ago the Lakers won another game and will host the San Antonio Spurs tomorrow at home. Some people are laughing and enjoying a drink when suddenly their voices get muffed before eventually everything gets silenced. Until we hear a voice speak

God that felt good, I got tired of their laughter. Can’t a vampire get some sleep these days???

We can see Dmitri walk away from an alley next to the Staples Centre, he looks at the basket ball temple as he shakes his head.

Sports entertainment, in the eyes of the American audience always has to be bigger than life and always has to entertain the pieces of shit that sit in their cheer for them to jump out and cheer. Do I care?? Do I want them to? Or is it merely the fact that hate their lives just as much as I hate seeing sorry excuses share the oxygen with those who have a future lined ahead of them. But I guess nature always intended to be like the San Antonio Spurs. As long as you share the ball with your teammate, then you have a purpose in life. While in the city of where Jack Nicholson likes to sit at the courtside seats and look around as he still means something, it sickens me to the chore. But I guess in due time nothing will even matter anymore won’t it? Because after this Sunday the future of two men will be sealed in gold, edged in stone and written down upon paper as an era that has come to an end.

The truth needs to be told, do I want it to end it this way?? Do I wish to be satisfied with a final chapter that has to be written down upon us as we embark upon a new year?? Granted, when I win you in your mind will be granted a contractually obligated rematch. Another signifying deal that would take us deeper into insanity… but I guess for these words to become any meaning… there will be a time and a place for everything…. But it isn’t right now… so forgive me if I ban you from my from my thoughts right now….

Dmitri stares at his hands, the hands whom are filled with dirt and sand. Clearly not being washed in a while as he tries to wipe them clean. But realizes that he needs water and soap to do so.

The hands of a working man’s man, an ideal that is often accepted in the small places where money is scares and to survive that you have to pull up your sleeves and work another step harder…, or else you will not survive. Why don’t you take a step into the past of those two fools that did not heave my warnings and threw them in the wind. They will never disagree with me anymore…, as it also brought me joy and peace of mind.

You may ask yourself, have I?? I have only done what the Reaper would have done by himself. I just helped him a small hand, to advance their troubled paths what their filth of food would have caused to take that path anyways. Don’t be troubled as I do not intend to travel to every corner of a street to find something that needs to be feasted upon.. my thirst has been clenched for now as I need to find the way of thought to be clear….

Dmitri slowly raises his hand towards the spot on his neck that his creator has bitten him a few days ago and senses that the scar is slowly healing. The whiteness in his eyes is slowly fading as well as his hair also has gotten some colour as well. His smile reveals that he has found the right path upon the right direction.

I guess it’s why I have not had the pleasure of hearing the nectar of your voice so far today oh grand creator of life in death. I guess your quest of seeking whether the true self in my own being is still there has come one step closer to reality isn’t it oh master??

He shakes his head, grabbing his hair as if he is hearing someone whispering in his head. This causes him to scream out in agony.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! I’m not going to be your puppet forever!!!!!

The anger causes him to rip out some of his hair out of his head, staring at the grey hairs that hasn’t changed back to their natural colour slowly break down into nothing as it slides between his fingers. The anger is boiling up in his head as he looks around if he sees where the whispers were coming from.

I thought I destroyed these whispers by those humans in the alley?? I…,

Dmitri turns back to the alley where he came from and doesn’t see any signs of the humans he thought he had heard. Clearly he is hearing voices inside his head as he turns around and stares into his creator whose face is hidden for us to see.

Hello Dmitri…, you feeling alright??

Her laughter reveals how much she is enjoying punishing him as he tries to look around the alley, in search for the humans.

Where are they?? Where are the humans I crushed and….

Drank their blood?? Oh they were here alright, but seeing how things get so messy in bright daylight… I made sure that they were gone before I would play some mind tricks upon you.

Mind tricks?? [color]

Dmitri’s anger grows as he realises once again that she is playing games with him and distorts reality with lies. Causing him to lose it altogether and jumps towards his creator with the intention to break her neck as suddenly.

DMITRI!!!!!

Suddenly Dmitri’s eyes open and sees that he is on top of James Tuscini, having his hands wrapped around his throat. He looks around, seeing he is no longer in the alley way but in his hotel room with broken bottles of blood everywhere. He staggers backwards and rests against the edge of his bed, realizing that he is a mess.

What happened??

Before or after you attacked me??

Forgive me for that James, I meant before… what happened??

Dmitri stares at the Roulette champion, who is putting his clothes back into one piece before staring back at his tag team partner.

There was fighting, there was screaming. I heard two voices, yours and one of a female who I could not understand.

Oh God no, she was here???

Who??

Dmitri’s mind is racing, not believing that his maker was actually here and that his tag team partner had heard her talk in the language that he grew up with back in Russia. A different language than what we have grown accustomed to from the ordinary Russian.

Nobody, just forget it. I….

Cut the crap Dmitri!! You were screaming some language I could not understand!! You were bruised and battered and you were suddenly choking me and now you tell me that it was nothing?? Nobody?? Oh hell no, you are not going to play the Dumb Italian joke with me buddy!!

Dmitri realizes that he has no choice but to tell the truth towards his tag team partner or a very good lie. He bites his lower lip as he is thinking about this for a few moments before shaking his head.

It’s my maker James

James Tuscini looks at Dmitri as he has his hands in his hair wondering how in the hell this could have happened.

I thought she was in Poland, has she caught your scent or something??

Dmitri doesn’t look up at his tag team partner, irritating Tuscini even more.

No James, me and her are connected. Once you turn someone into a vampire, you are bound to your maker for eternity. The only way to escape that is to kill your maker, the only problem is that she’s too strong. She’s a true blooded vampire, one of the originals in our kind.

Oh great, now instead of just focussing on Ramone to keep my title, I now have to play security guard for your own wellbeing as well. Besides, how in the hell did she get in here? The doors were locked, the windows are barricaded. How in the hell did she get in and out without forcing anything to be broken??

Dmitri shakes his head in disbelief, unable to answer that question.

I thought the day would never come, I thought you were gone from my life. I thought….

You think too much

Why now? Why in the hell of all moments in time did you pick this moment to ruin my moment? Why in the hell did you come out here, make me weak before the world to see. WHY!!!

A soft laughter can be heard

Didn’t you know? Have you already forgotten Dmitri?? Remember that promise you made me??

What are you talking about??

Promise? Was there something that I have forgotten? It’s been so long, damn why is it that my memory is so unclear to me. Why is it that I can remember the favourite colour of Lenin and yet….

Lenin? Oh that bald headed fool that had so many ideals that he wished to bestow upon his people? Oh please Dmitri, is that what truly matters to you? Not just any promise Dmitri… THE promise… THE!!

I….

Flashlights flare before my very own eyes, I see your face smiling at me… why now? Why her?? WHY ME!!!

Oh no….,

Remember Dmitri, how I told you about when Jesus his most loyal disciple told someone three times that he was not one of his followers??

Oh please no….

How could you not remember? It’s your most favourite bed time tale isn’t it?? To haar the rooster crowe and signalling the breaking of the bond between two human beings who loved each other?? You made me promise never to break the bond of three… and you did… you did Dmitri… you did!!

I did not lose the last few times, he scre…

I know it is futile, she will not listen to reasoning

Reasoning Dmitri? Oh of course I don’t care of how it happened.. you promised me that you would not fail three times upon the same task at hand.. to prove to me that you could survive WITHOUT ME!! Did you Dmitri? Did you survive without me?? Did you become a master of your own Dmitri?? Did you make someone turn??

I hate her…

Well??

I have not….

The shame is something I have not felt for such a long time, is this what it is meant to still have human emotions?? I never knew.. all I know is I…,

Broke the promise Dmitri??

Anger is what I feel, I know she is right. I made the promise to her for me to walk my own path, to be my own individual… to risk of losing it all if I…

Broke your promise??

What are you intending to do with me….

A soft laughter can be heard, as it echoes into the darkness of my mind

Oh I don’t know what direction I will guide you into Dmitri, but I shall have so much fun make you suffer before my watchful eyes. For having been ignored for too long, I have had to watch you grow upon yourself. Almost giving up upon my hope of you fucking up… and then there was James….

Tuscini??

Oh hell no Dmitri, J2H… it was almost as if I was handed a gift from the Christmas tree as in the holiday spirit all beings are created equal and yet Dmitri… you never saw me as an equal haven’t you?? Let alone accept me to be your superior!!

I’m so….

SHUT UP!!!!

Once again I feel that slap, that one slap that I have suffered for oh so long… making me make the deal with the Devil to sell my soul that I already have lost for my own freedom. Was I this blinded to think… Oh God, what have I done??

I’m the Devil. And I’m here to do the Devil’s work?? Is that not the lyrics of your entrance song Dmitri?? So you place yourself upon the throne of the Fallen Angel that seeks to find a troubled soul to pollute and turn to his own slave?? And how far have you been successful upon this quest that comes down to one J2H??

Please… for…

Did I hear this correctly? Did the Devil attempted to plead for forgiveness? The prince of Darkness? To whom Dmitri?? Either a darker evil?? Or the one that send it down to the earth to slither through the sand because of his deceit?? Perhaps I should break your ligaments and watch you slither in your own pitiful existence Dmitri… [color]

I….

Is this the end?? When I’m just so close as I could have felt it within the tips of my dead fingers.

You have felt nothing…. NOTHING!! Your sinful thoughts has troubled your mind Dmitri… but not now… I will make you suffer to make you see. To make you ready for this cumquat of a human being. To prepare yourself for the eternal damnation or the gold that you proclaim you deserve…

What??

Is this reality?? A chance to redeem….

It’s your chance to free yourself from the lies that you started to believe yourself.. if you fail, I will personally scratch any resistance from your own mind and soul… to finally pull your every string until you have repaid your debt.

Oh no, not another debt… it’s the last thing I need in my life.

And what if I succeed??

Then my sweet Dmitri…, I’ll guide you into the direction willingly to find your own creation in life to turn.

Silence…

The end is near…. Only for you to guess whose James….

<color=white>I, cry, when angels deserve to die, DIE
Los Angeles, California,
November 18th 2016
Somewhere in the middle of the night</color>

A whistle in the middle of the darkness can be heard, piercing through the emptiness that is the night that has fallen upon us all.

I know the truth now, it was right in front of my face all along. Yet I allowed myself to be blinded by greed. A mere sin has opened up the path that I need to travel… the path to glory and your doom my dear friend. Such a shame that it needs you to fall before my feet.

The whistle can be heard while Dmitri was talking, clearly he is not alone. A match is lit in the middle of the darkness as it burns, showing the fingers that holds the small wooden piece with fire on the other end of it… quickly spreading towards the fingers. As a sinister smile can be seen close to the fire until Dmitri ends the fire by blowing out the match.

Everything has a short life span don’t you agree? Oh I know that the whistling entity that I speak on shall not answer… she decides when to speak upon me and others as she chooses, as nothing tells her how to feel or do. As she decides upon the fate of others like mine… and quite honestly?? It’s what it always should have been in the first place.

Some of the match is still burning as smoke vanishes into the air, we can see some final smouldering pieces of wood burn before fading out as Dmitri blows out the final parts of it all.

I thought I knew it all, I thought I had all the answers to the world to hear. But I guess I was too concerned upon answering the answers of those who did not matter, that I forgot to concern upon those that do. Yet does that mean I have forgotten about you? I would shudder the thought of not…. I’m not that predictable.. although you as I’m sure would disagree. But don’t we all have our flaws??? The flaw of to believe you have all the answers, but in reality you are stuck with nothing more with questions and opinions that do not matter. The only thing that matters that there is something dear to you, that you wish to clutch to your heart. Speak out the words that I shall never have it as long as you hold it, while trying to ignore the inevitable thought… of how it would be if you didn’t.

Would it make you a different man? Would it make you a lesser being? Would it mean that no longer you have anyone look up to you? Nobody that wishes to take the kind of bullshit that you have grown accustomed to? Or is it merely the fact that you are scared??? Children always get told about the Boogie man at an early age to strike fears into their hearts. I know yours James…, the one thing that keeps you going is that championship belt… and a champion that would do absolutely anything to keep it. Such a shame that you have ran out of ideas huh James?? And too bad that you are competing against a man that is going down as the man that will be the final man left in the year 2016 to have beaten you… and the first to have taken away your gold. Oh how I can just taste your fears right now….

Mary had a little boy, but little did he know….

Oh for fuck sakes, you have not said or sang that to me in centuries.i’m not a child anymore!!!

A sinister laugh can be heard as we see another match being lit, this time we see a females hand lightning it as it has long black nails and even more pale white skin than that of Dmitri.

Didn’t I taught you to tell the tale from generations upon generations?? So that it shall never be forgotten?? Of course you haven’t, have you not?? And that’s what is wrong with you, not seeing that you are being played by a little boy. The boy that does knows so very little about us, but knows that he is scared.

I already said that… I…,

Shh…, there is a difference between saying things and saying things Dmitri. You are merely mumbling words in order to attempt to get under the skin of this child… and then there’s the words that you speak off that you know are true. And you don’t do you Dmitri??

I…..

Oh please, even a seven year old can see through the bullshit that is almost mounting out of your stinking mouth. Be thankful I stopped you, you want to be a world heavyweight champion? Then act like being the one that will take it!!

The match slowly fades as we are once again surrounded by darkness.

As much as I wish to disagree, she’s right. Unfortunately for you James… Unfortunately for you that I have found the way to break free from your lies, lies that has been a tool for your success for seemingly eternity. But then again James, how long is eternity for a child like yourself?? It doesn’t end after 200 plus days my friend… as it slowly tears away at you..  waking up every single freaking day, wondering whether you will make it through the day?? And you surround yourself with replacement names, that at one time means something until you find something better. Is Rage the new Freight Train of Pain? And if so, whose pain is it James? His? Yours? Mine? It shall not last forever James and what better way to finalize the end with a new beginning huh James??

And what may that very well be??

The end of his reign as champion….

Another match is lit, we see the face of Dmitri close to it as the face of the maker is shown too. But only as she is wearing a mask to hide her identity.

No Dmitri…, you are thinking way too materialistic. Something that should not be craved by a vampire like you. It should be the end of the era that is J2H. a legacy that often being thought was unbeatable… and you only base it upon his reign???

That championship reign means the world to him…, I…

Don’t be foolish, his whole existence is based upon the fear of losing it all. The fear that when he loses the gold, so will his woman, so will the ones that are on his pay check, so are the ones that need to do his dirty work. To know that in the end, he has to fight to get it all back again and knowing he will fail.

Silence comes over them as Dmitri’s eyes stare at the burning match that has burned halfway down as his maker blows it out.

Men in power are too afraid to relinquish it for someone else, that first taste that is so addictive.. that you would fight for it every single time that it is up for grabs… and every time that you walk away successful, that desire only grows until you are addicted. And we all know how desperate addictive men are don’t we??

Yes….,

And why is that Dmitri??

I am addicted too….

Good…, now go on and pretend I’m not here….

Oh for fuck sakes, do you see what I have to deal with James? The fact that I have to fight you one last time inside the Thunderdome for the world title. ONE LAST CHANCE for me to take away the gold. And now I have to settle with the Gordon Ramsey of vampire food delight. But she is right James…, how foolish could I have been to have missed the fact that this championship belt is your needle that sticks into your arm. Your addiction that causes you to sell your soul to even the lowest bidder… merely to hold on to it for one more day. Only to realize that I’ve been dealing with the same thing every single night for upon how many centuries now?? Too much for me to count, evern more for you to understand. And it makes me want more James… oh so much more….

Good Dmitri, good. Go on….

I must hunt you down James, I must hunt you down like you have never been hunted before. You talked about my world and yours? Of how largely the difference will be as inside that six sided ring that you are the predator? And what will you do when you sink your teeth into my flesh and are ready to strike me for the kill? Will you leave me for dead?? Or will you finish the job that you have started? Because quite frankly James, until you have been hunted upon for real… you do not know anything about it!!

But you shall James, just like I have had to learn how ignorant the flesh can be when people try to hunt me down. Whether it was the old famers of forgotten times, trying to grab a pitch fork and some fire and hunt me out of their village. Or whether it was the sophisticated travellers of the world, that believed of putting a stake through my heart was the answer. You have not experienced hatred James, you have not experienced fear upon your existence until I will do the same to you that I have experienced myself.

Oh so good…. Very good…

Shut the fuck up…, you have had your pleasure of rattling me up. Now it is my fucking time to sprout out my aggression upon the world and especially the mindless fool that is too ignorant to understand the dangers that he will have in front of him. And no, I’m not talking about the Thunderdome match that will keep us locked inside. Oh no, I’m talking about the hunt. Not the hunt that he likes to watch at home on the television of how the wild hunts down their prey. Oh no, I’m beyond that James, I’m calculated…, I’m the type of predator that calculates the danger that is ahead and strike when your confidence is at it’s highest and you know why James? I want to strike you at the moment when you are at YOUR BEST. And you know why? Of course you don’t, you are too stuck upon the fact that you wish to ridicule your opposition behind a computer, mixing a threat of danger and confuse it with riddles. Never learned to read between the lines James? I’m not like each and every other competitor that you have named that dared to challenge you and you know why?? Because after one attempt they walked away in shame. And me?? HA!! I walk on as I know that you cannot do it UPON YOUR OWN!! No Underwood, no Rage, no JT Midas… no Melody Grace that will kiss your lips softly and tell you to get them champ. Oh no James, the only lips you will be seeing are the ones that bare my sharp fangs that wish to strike your skin at any given moment.

No James, I want you at your best. Because then the moment that WILL come that I strike you down will be the signifying change in your supreme reign as champion. To strike upon YOU when the thoughts will cross your mind as it will say: ”This can’t be happening to me!!”. And how will you struggle to get some sort of confidence in your stinking head. Because still in your empty headed mind, you still believe that I am a fake, that I am a fraud. That I am a Dracula wannabe loser. Go ahead and tell yourself all these strong words that sounds so cocky when you open your soft lips that combines your mouth together. It only shows you that you still believe that I am not as good as you think I AM!!!

Another match lights as this time it is brought to a candle, as the candle slowly is brought to the face of Dmitri. This time it shows a cleaned face instead of the unshaved look he sported for quite some weeks now since the Halloween show. A pale hand with the sharp nails from his maker softly scratches his skin.

So pretty, so perfect. So divine, I suppose the teachings has finally crossed your mind and set you free.

Her hand digs her nails into the flesh of Dmitri, causing him to react by baring his fangs after opening his mouth to growl. A soft sadistic laugh can be heard from his maker as she digs into his flesh and extracts blood.

You make progress, but you are not there yet Dmitri. Until that moment comes, you shall not heal from my torture that I wish to bestow upon you. Not until you get that minion of a human being. Remember the promise you have made….

I remember

He lets out a loud scream as she digs deeper into his flesh, extracting his blood as she pulls her sharp nails away from his flesh. Causing the cuts to remain visible and the blood drip from the side of his face as she catches the drops of blood.

Do understand Dmitri, that if you fail this time. You will have to give up your individuality and shall walk in my shadows. But if you succeed, I will grant you that what you desire mostly

I shall not fail, I will not fail. And your warnings that you heave upon me is only burning into my brain as it will be my torture that you have put upon me will be inflicted upon James. I will whip this champion from every possible inch of the Thunderdome, I will grind his body into the weapon that has presented upon me, as he will be sandwiched between the danger that is unforgiving and the danger that shows no mercy. That can wait, that can enjoy his pain, that will scream at him to fight back. Has he ever witnessed death incarnate? OF COURSE NOT!!

Hush now my dear, you have spoken well. But it is not yet time for us to share every intimate thought concerning your match.

Her hand vanishes his skin as we see the burning candle show the face of Dmitri as his eyes are locked upon it.

Finally she is gone, finally I am alone. Finally I can unleash my verbal wrath upon the world as I have intended since the intended interference of two men.

Rage, Midas

Names, often used to identify souls. Nothing more, but this time two names that were mere puppets. Names that do not have any significant existence as they are just merely mindless fools. Believing all the promises that he has made, I am not going to worry about them as I will destroy them at a later date.

Order your flowers for your caskets in advance poor souls

It will only be a matter of time before the final words have spoken and your existence has ended. Because you are a human, humans don’t last forever. Nosferatu do and seeing the fact that my task at hand cannot and will not fail me… you will never understand why and that my friend is your downfall

Finally James, finally you will come to a crossroad in your life as the final days of your reign as champion. Finally I will utter the words with rage in my soul and desire to taste victory upon these lips. Finally James, finally you will understand that you cannot run away forever and you can hang on to your victories that are written on paper and saved upon documents somewhere far more important to your legacy as champion than the danger that is staring you in the eyes. Breathing down your stinking neck and the hands that wants to grab you by the throat and just SQUEEZE.

I hate you James, but not for the reasons that you believe me to hate you for.  Oh no, it will be too easy to hide behind the fact that I hate you for hiding behind lies. No, I will grant you your believe that you are better!! I hate you for the fact that you stand in my way of either being on my own and continue that what I have done for many centuries… or being forced to being the servant once more of a mind that is too fucked up for this world!!

Dmitri grinds his teeth as he is reluctant to take his eyes away from the burning candle.

Oh I know you don’t give a damn about these words do you? But you should James, you see I have to fight to keep my life the way it Is right now… to fight for the fact to once again heal at any given second after being cut.. I have to fight for my existence, or prefer to be six feet under and have my heart ripped out of my carcass. And do you know how much I intend to do to you to make sure that it will not happen James? Ha, I will do anything that I need to do to you to break you. Does that sound familiar James? Yeah that’s right, the same thing that I have said the last time. The difference will be that you need to fight your own fight… not just against me, not just for your championship belt… but the fact that you have to fight me for that championship belt and the fact that I will not be like Rage or like Midas as a hired gun. I will not be a mindless soul for someone else his or her pleasure.

You have grown accustomed to get whatever it is that you wanted haven’t you oh Spoiled little child? What was it like to have a golden spoon shoved down your throat every moment that you opened it up and needed a taste of what is out there in the world?? You are a champion that used to be able to beat people on your own… nowadays, you just allow gratitude come from the record books instead of doing it all over again. I’m no Drake Green, I’m no Goth, I’m no Ben Jordan, I’m none of them all… because I was the one that you couldn’t beat!! And I’m the one that you can’t beat!! I’m the one that will rip the flesh of your body and watch you squirm to try to get it all back in place. You thought what I did to Midas and Rage was bad huh James? Oh wait, no fucking concern for them as they are just like Casey merely expandable tools of usage. Hell, Rage cannot even explain his actions and you know why? Because he is too stupid to understand it himself and tries desperately to get his fist shoved back into places he never thought even existed!!

And then there’s Midas, a gambling fool that has no morals, that has no clue in life what he should do without rolling the dice and ask advice in the cards. He took a gamble and had his head almost knocked off. You see James, I came to you remember? I came to you how long ago?? To get a title shot and didn’t got it from you. I wasn’t the one that came towards Underwood or Hot Stuff to demand a title match… I came to you and that’s how you mistake your fiction with the reality James. If you were such a convinced champion, then you would have come out and told the world that you didn’t deserved that win and start all over again. I guess politics will be the next step in life for you when the ring doesn’t do it for you anymore huh? Seeing how you never tell the truth in the first place.

Shower yourself with gifts of stupidity, shower yourself with what you have done instead of what you have to do. November 27th 2016 will be the night that you will never forget. The night where you from that day on will stay up in bed wide awake, wondering what you have done wrong and should have done. Why there wasn’t an Underwood that hits your opponent either on purpose or not, why there wasn’t any of the lackeys that your money can’t buy. Why the world is against you and why I am walking around with the championship belt that nobody… you hear that James… NOBODY could have taken away from you. To believe that to this very fateful day that you will lose to a man that you proclaimed undeserved champion of the world. And then to look into the eyes of those who believed in you. Oh how much pleasure will this grant me to watch on from a far. You have tried so much and I am still here James…

Dmitri slowly blows out the candle as the smoke vanishes into the emptiness of the darkness.

In the beginning there was darkness, later came light and life James. Understand that at the end of every passage of life there is once again darkness. In whatever shape or form, it doesn’t matter anymore. Darkness will always come, darkness will always prevail. And the best part of it all is that darkness has the patience to wait until the end. November 28th will be the end of that path James… it will be the end where a long trail of uncertainty will come across your path as you have to wait. No more shows in the year 2016, no more chances to revoke your rematch clause throughout the year. To prepare yourself for Christmas and New Years Eve. To be in the room filled with those who you never wanted to be around with in the first place. And all you can think off is the man that took away your championship belt James. The man that has a simple name and yet such a sophisticated impact upon your career. I deserve this night James, I deserve it more than any of the past names you have uttered. Because most of them were already walking towards the exit of their careers to begin with. I’m not James, I’m just getting started. And I will be damned if you will believe that you will walk away the victor.

Thunderdome James, Thunderdome. Being locked inside a structure with someone that has been locked inside death for over a thousand years James… I can’t turn back time and do it all over again, but I can put you through the same misery I have went through.. fortunately for you… it will not last as long, it will be not as painful… but the results will be the same. To end up alone, to end up finding out who you truly are and finding out who your superior is… and that my friend… is ME. I haven’t been fed for weeks, I haven’t seen eye to eye with anyone these days. I have been this close to feed upon those who are weak and defenceless. But this Sunday I shall feed, I shall feed upon the championship belt and take it away from you for good. So until then James… until then….

With that the shot fades as the only thing that we can hear is the laughter of Dmitri and his maker.

[J2H]

 <span style='font-family:Arial'> When you feel lost, who do you turn to? Do you run to family? Do you go to friends? What if they were the cause of this lost feeling that you felt inside? Who then?

The scene opens up with a statue of Jesus, hanging from a gold cross, his head tilted to one side as a crown of thorns rest upon his head, his eyes closed. The camera pulls back to show the cross hanging from a wooden wall. As the camera moves out further, an old style pipe organ sits to the left of the shot, it's pipes losing some of their brass shine. As the camera moves further back, a pulpit made of worn oak sits in the middle of an elevated floor. Yes, we are indeed in a church, a place where most go when they run out of options and have to look to an unseeable force for guidance, for blind faith. The pulpit stands high, allowing a speaker to see over the congregation, but today wasn't Sunday, the congregation were nowhere to be seen, but a man sits in the forth row, his head bowed and his hands pressed together. The camera moves in closer, clearly showing the head of J2H.

J2H inside a church, seems unlikely, yet there he was, wearing a black suit, with a white shirt, his hair neatly pushed back. His eyes are closed as his hands cover half his face, his fingers brushing gentle over his nose. Nothing but silence fills the church, as SCW's top male champion sits on the slightly uncomfortable wooden benches. His mind rushes as he stays in a silent state, his head bowed for a few more seconds. Slowly he raises his head, his eyes opening as he looks at the statue in front of him and slightly to the right, the main focus part of the churches stage. He looks on in silence, his breath a slow and steady pace, when he is approached from his right hand side by a man dressed in a black robe and white collar. The man, tanned, olive skin, and dark hair neatly combed downwards, around a bald crown, with a moustache, just following the curve of his upper lip. He looks towards J2H, causing him to turn his attention to him. The man points to the bench and J2H nods, inviting him to sit alongside him.

Father Rodriguez: My name is Father Rodriguez. I haven't seen you here before, my son.

J2H: I'm J2... James, just call me James. I haven't been here before father.

Father Rodriguez: You look like a young man with the world on your shoulders.

J2H sighs as he adverts his gaze to the front of the room, his eyes on the statue of the crucified Jesus Christ.

J2H: I do have the weight of the world on my shoulders father, the weight of many worlds I think. Life isn't what I imagined it to be at this point, when I should be happy, but I'm not. This world is a messed up place and right now, I don't even know how I got here.

Father Rodriguez: Sometimes, going back to the start of the path will help you figure out where you are now.

The champion frowns as he keeps his eyes on the statue.

J2H: Well, I'm a wrestler father.

The father smiles.

Father Rodriguez: I confess, James. I do know who you are. Although not a fan of the sport as such, I do see you in the society pages.

J2H: Can you tell my smile in those pages are fake, Father? Can you tell that I put it on like a poker player to hide the fact that I'm not happy?

Father Rodriguez shakes his head slowly as he looks away from the young man.

Father Rodriguez: No, but there is not many people out there that are truly happy with what they have James.

J2H: I'm one of them father, but it's not about wanting more than what I have, cause in honesty, I have everything a normal twenty two year old should have and more, but this point of my life, I don't know what to do with it.

Father Rodriguez: Go back to the start, and bring yourself to this point.

J2H sighs as he closes his eyes and speaks.

J2H: Well I was always the kid that did the unexpected, like I grew up with money, and that was it, I should be sitting around all day doing nothing, but that was never the case, Father, in fact, it was the opposite. I was a child genius, I went to college early, I got a degree in business at a young age, while I was wrestling. I was always good at sports, but people looked at me and saw the skinny rich kid and that was enough for them to judge me without knowing me.

Father Rodriguez: As the saying goes, never judge a book by it's cover.

J2H: That saying could have been made for me. I was judged from the second I said hi to someone. I was judged the instant I came in contact with people, I still am. People don't want to give people like me a chance for whatever reason, no one wants to be that close. I was always the guy that people come to when they wanted something, when they needed something and I still am in a way. People come to me when I can do something for them that others may not want.

Father Rodriguez: So you feel under appreciated?

J2H opens his eyes, breathing out sharply as he looks towards the reverend.

J2H: That's an understatement. I don't do well with friends father, and if this wasn't holy ground, I wouldn't be holding back on how I feel about the and well the curse words would be flying.

The father can't help my smile sympathetically towards the young man.

J2H: I feel used. I feel taken for granted. I feel like people would let me slip through their fingers, watch me crash to the floor, have them step over me, only to come pick me up when they want to. I've felt like that with so many in my life, even with family too. I'm at the point where I'm tired, father. I'm at the point where compliments don't come my way, no matter what I do. It's probably my own fault really.

This draws a curious look from Father Rodriguez.

Father Rodriguez: How do you see it that way, my son?

J2H shrugs his shoulders, a sad exhale coming from his lips.

J2H: Because I let them. The guy you see on television is only part of who I am. The guy that people see on television goes home at the end of every day and does what normal people do. An actor goes home at the end of every day, does he stay in character?

Father Rodriguez: I very much doubt it.

J2H: Right, so am I expected to be the guy on television all the time? Like I don't feel anything? I admit, I am ninety five percent of who I am on television but at times, I would just love to have someone tell me I'm worth something. That five percent of me has it in them to randomly compliment someone. That five percent allows me to smile at someone, or tell someone I appreciate what they do, but it's so one way. It's my own fault.

Father Rodriguez: I don't see how you can blame yourself for others actions, James.

J2H: I can. I haven't been a saint father, I will never claim to be. I will never say I've been a good person, who deserves good things, but I feel like I deserve something as a human being. I feel that I deserve basic human rights as everyone else. I mean people on death row might be monsters, but they are human and deserve the basic rights, as much as their victims deserved to live a peaceful life. I've forgiven myself for my own sins, but I can not forgive others for wronging me.

Father Rodriguez: Self acceptance is a tougher thing to do that accepting the faults of others.

J2H: So you'd think, but it's easier to accept that I'm a horrible person, than accept that people I thought were good people aren't horrible. I can forgive myself for doing things people would burn me at the stake for, but I can't forgive simple things like people not being there on one of my biggest nights of my life, the night I won the SCW World title. My parents, no where to be seen, my then ex, who is now my current was too busy on Valentines being with other people, than being with the guy she tried to win back. My biggest achievement in life, and people who was meant to be there, wasn't there.

Father Rodriguez: Why wasn't they there?

J2H: My parents couldn't care less about me. They did a family tradition of giving me half the family wealth when I turned sixteen, gave me the house and I haven't seen them in five years. I don't get many calls, no birthday card, no Christmas card, nothing. As for my ex, she decided to up and leave, just like that, just like my parents, and didn't come back till just before my greatest victory, tried to work her way back in my life but preferred the company of others that night.

Father Rodriguez: Sounds like you hold a lot of resentment there.

J2H: Oh I do, it burns away at the little part of my soul that I have left, father. I thought I was married to her, long story, and it took me some time to get used to it, but lord knows I tried and lord knows, I was actually happy and then she was gone. Forgetting the relationship side, who says they're your best friend and leaves? Best friend, something I never really had before. I had friends, but not someone I could sit there and share everything with. I went from "wife and best friend" to nothing. There's always that fear it could happen again.

Father Rodriguez: Do you fear it will happen again?

He can't help but shrug his shoulders, as if it was a natural reaction.

J2H: Two weeks ago, maybe not, now, I'm thinking I'm the one that will do the running, father.

He looks towards J2H, a genuine look of concern on his face.

Father Rodriguez: Why would you do such a thing, knowing the pain it caused you?

J2H: Like I said, I haven't been a saint. You know last week, I sat on my boat, looking in to the water and wondering what the point was to life anymore. People might think it was nothing, but I thought maybe it's time to skip through the living fast part and get to the die young part. It was either that or run away and never look back because my personal life, well...

He sighs as he looks away, looking randomly at a stained glass window.

J2H: It's just not what I thought it was. I don't feel free to say what I feel, I don't feel honesty flows around me and I don't believe things are right. Something has changed in my world, and it feels like so many empty words are coming my way, just to keep me there like a roll of tape, just locked away somewhere until they can get some use out of me.

Father Rodriguez: Nothing is unfixable, James.

He looks back to the concerned reverend as he returns the look to the champions eyes.

J2H: This could be. Every aspect of my life feels like it's falling apart. My career, I've been the top man for a long time, yet at this point you'd think people would show some respect, but no, people can not wait for the day I fade away. They look at me with envious eyes and hatred, because it's me, because I out work them. My personal life, well, I won't lie, unless something drastically changes and soon, that will be done and finished because something has changed, I can't figure out what and when I ask, questions get brushed over and I'm back to square one. My health, well, it's not great and I have to fight every day to keep mind over matter instead of just giving up and saying it doesn't matter and never get out of bed again. At times father, I feel like there can be a million people around, and I'm the only one there. There's times I want just one person around, and I'm the only one there. No matter what I want, it falls short.

Father Rodriguez: Surely you are in a position where you can have what you want.

J2H: Some things money can't buy. Could be the richest man in the world but the one thing you want is priceless and you know you're never going to get your hands on it. I'm tired for fighting for that. I don't like goals I can't get, father.

Father Rodriguez: We are our own worst enemy at times, but I like to believe nothing is impossible.

J2H: You should be me for a day and feel what I feel, and so much becomes a speck of dust in the distance.  

Father Rodriguez: What is it that you want, James?

He runs his hand on his chin, exhaling sharply.

J2H: The sense that I'm wanted. The freedom to say no to something without being made to feel guilty, the chance to feel valued, to have my opinion matter. For a life of honesty in my direction, and peace. I don't get that and money can't buy me that.

Father Rodriguez: Are you willing to sacrifice everything for that? Your career? Your possessions? Your relationship?

He thinks for a few seconds, letting the silence grow between himself and Father Rodriguez. He looks up at the statue of Jesus hanging from the cross and looks back at the father.

J2H: Yes, I would. My career can end at any time and I don't think I'll miss the ring. My possessions are meaningless when they don't give you what you want, and my relationship.

He pauses again, looking towards the father.

J2H: She's one "I'm single" tweet away from having her message box light up, and I know who would be at the front of the queue for that, but she won't be single for long. Would I give up everything to be appreciated, wanted, valued, have an opinion without feeling guilt, to be able to say what I wanted without walking on egg shells and being forced in to things I don't want? I would prefer it in my career, possessions and personal life, but I'm starting to see that as a pipe dream.  

Another sigh comes from the champion, his depressing moving around the silent hall.

J2H: If it means stepping back from everything in my life and just being with myself, then I'm willing to do it. I can't take putting in the effort, only to have to hide what I feel. People would be better off without it and me around.  

Father Rodriguez: I don't believe that to be true. At your age, the world is in front of you to make of it what you will.

J2H: So many things are very much out of my hands father. This is why I'm at this crossroads. My entire life is up for debate right now. I can put in the effort and try to over come my next opponent, or I could not put in the effort, let him win and walk away from work. I can sit there in my relationship and let things continue the way they are where equality seems to fly out the window and I become a side kick to my own relationship, or I can walk away from it. I can sit there and say what I feel to people, knowing it will make them walk away eventually, or I can just save the pain and drama and the issues that will no doubt rear their ugly heads in the future.  

Father Rodriguez: You can't be fearful of the future, James. You never know what's gonna happen in it, even in these uncertain times.

J2H: Oh, sadly I do. I know me and I know some things are just not meant to be. I don't do empty words, I expect the same. This is why I don't know if I should go full tilt and continue the road I'm on accepting that things will never change, or if I step out of the limelight, step away from everything I know, just go, move to a place where no one can find me and just start again. I feel like I've been sitting at this crossroads forever and I have no way of knowing which way to go.

Father Rodriguez: That is the beauty of like my child. No one knows where we are going, no one knows how to get there, but God has a plan for us all. He will give you guidance and show you where you need to be. The people you meet in life, some are there to test you, some to stand beside you but regardless of if they stay in your life, they was there to teach you something. Everyone you come in contact with, a co-worker, a friend, a life partner, even a fan, everyone's life is impacted.  

J2H lowers his eyebrows as he looks at Father Rodriguez, slightly confused.

J2H: A fan?

Father Rodriguez: More so than you might think, James. When you meet a fan, whether it be for a two minute conversation, an autograph or a picture, that fan will remember that moment for an entire lifetime. They will be telling their friends about the second you looked and smiled at them. Even when you feel that you're not making an impact on someone's life, you truly are.

J2H: And when do people start making an impact on mine? When do I get to feel that wow moment? When do I get to stop being the guy there for others that's never appreciated?

Father Rodriguez: When you let people. People can't come in unless you let them.

J2H: Works both ways, father. No one wants me that close till they need something from me, or they want me to do something I don't wanna do.

Father Rodriguez: You get what you give, James. Life is about giving as well as accepting.

J2H: All I seem to do is give. My life is very one sided father. I give it all in everything I do, and here I am not knowing what to do in life.

Father Rodriguez: My advice is to take it one day at a time. You might leave here today and someone may just change your world again. I have listened to you and I enjoyed the fact that you were very open with me. I appreciate the fact that you came here, instead of looking at the water again.

J2H: Thank you for listening father.

Father Rodriguez: The reward is knowing that you came here, to God's house and not in a place where you can do harm to yourself. I must get going James, but I am here all the time, so please don't be a stranger.

Father Rodriguez stands up, reaching down to shake J2H's hand. J2H shakes his hand, standing to his feet.

J2H: Thank you for your time father. This has been as open and honest I've been able to be in a while. Before you go, I have one more question.

Father Rodriguez: Oh course my child.

J2H: Vampires, they're not real, are they?

A very puled look crosses the father's face as he looks down at J2H.

Father Rodriguez: Well, they do say you need bad, to know what good is, but I think in this case, we can clearly rule out vampires. They are a work of fiction.

J2H smiles towards him.

J2H: Thank you father.

Father Rodriguez turns to walk away stepping to the aisle and moving towards the pulpit. J2H moves in to the aisle and looks at the statue of Jesus.

J2H: Gave up it all for others to live in peace.

J2H does the sign of the cross over his upper body before turning around and walking up the aisle, his footsteps heard throughout the building. He stops next to a donation box and reaches in to his pocket, taking out a money clip, thick with rolled up one hundred dollar bills. He takes a handful and puts it in the wooden box, before returning the rest to his pocket and talking to himself.

J2H: It won't buy me a ticket in to heaven, but I can't take it with me.

He walks out of the church, in to the sunshine as the camera fades to black.



A familiar dirt track leads past a gas station, familiar to some who has seen some J2H promo work in this area.... So that's about two of you, good job keeping up with the company you work for. Anyway, dust flies from a four wheel drive pick up truck as it moves at a steady pace down the road, leaving the gas station in the rear view mirror. The car slows down as an old wooden post appears, the gate worn with time, swung open as the pick up truck moves towards it. The camera switches to J2H in the driver seat, the smile on his face as he reminisces. His eyes on the fields surrounding it where horses run freely. He looks at the ranch house and drives forward, stopping outside, the dust kicking up from the tires as he comes to a halt. A woman walks out of the front door, radiance shining from her as she looks up at the driver. J2H cuts the engine, stepping out of the car, his feet crunching on the dirt floor as he looks at the woman.

J2H: Ms. Angel.

J2H nods his head at the smiling woman. Yes indeed, Angel Parker, the wife of Austin Parker himself, stood with a beaming smile, looking at J2H. J2H had surprisingly flown halfway across the country to stand on the grounds of the Parker ranch, his spiritual home if you will, a place where the evolution of James Huntington-Hawkes III slowly kicked in, turning him in to the superstar that became J2H. The woman stepped forward towards the man who had grown so much since his time here and warmly wrapping her arms around his neck.

Ms. Angel: I'm so glad to see you James! Look at you now.

She steps back, her hands on his shoulders and looking at him up and down.

Ms. Angel: You've turned out to become a fine man.

Her southern charms were not lost on J2H, she was a generally likable woman. One could even question how she ended up with the pantomime villain that is Austin Parker. J2H would argue with anyone, male or female, his quips about many females on the roster hasn't gone unnoticed in sectors that bothered to listen, but something about Angel Parker that instantly drew your respect from all walks of life. Her kindness and compassion was plain to see on first meeting her. Pride filled her eyes as she looked at the man who lived in her guest house for months. Without her patience and understanding, he would never have become the man he'd become. She never looked on his as a bratty kid when he showed up at the gates in the past, but as an equal, something he'd never felt he'd had before.

J2H: Thank you Ms. Angel. Without this place, I wouldn't have become who I have.

Ms. Angel: Being a wrestlers wife, I've seen a lot of wrestlers come and go in the past, but you have made me so proud.

That pride she felt translated to J2H. He felt humbled around the woman who had treated him with respect and kindness, regardless of who he used to be. Everyone who walked through the Parker's door was treated as equal, regardless of who they were and what background they came from.

J2H: Without this place, I wouldn't have stood a chance in wrestling. This is where I owe my career to.

A smile crosses her face as she looked at him, like a mother to a prodigal son.

Ms. Angel: You wasn't saying that when you first arrived her.

Her smile was only matches by his own as he thought back to day one. His mind drifted to the task of having to fend for himself for the first time in his lifetime. There was no heirs or graces on the ranch, people were treated with respect and took care of themselves, that was something he wasn't used to. He wasn't used to doing his own shopping, cooking, or keeping his personal environment clean, he always had Simpson for that, but his first day on the ranch saw Simpson sent on a very deserved vacation.  

J2H: It took a little time to get used to but it reaped the rewards.

Ms. Angel turns back to the door she walked from, her hand cupping her lips as she calls out.

Ms. Angel: Austin, we have a visitor.

Austin: Ah'm comin', ah'm comin'

Ms. Angel turns back to J2H, as she stands on the stoop to her home, her feet firmly placed on the wooden planks.

Ms. Angel: So you came all the way out here on your own? No Simpson, or Melody Grace?

J2H sighs a little as he bites his lower lip, looking at the woman.

J2H: No, Melody is more of a Los Angeles or Norway person. She's been talking about Norway a lot lately, and tweeting it, so I'm guessing I'm set for an action replay there, and Simpson is with Melody. I needed to get away for the day.

Ms. Angel: And there was nowhere closer than Georgia?

A laugh comes from her lips as she looks towards him, trying to lighten the mood. He smiles at her.

J2H: I needed to feel connected to wrestling again. I needed to feel like I still had it in me, because the last two months could have been the worst two months of my career and life.

Ms. Angel: Oh?

Her tone was of curiosity, but good manners taught her many years ago, not to pry when not required.

J2H: Well my personal life is going to hell, Ms. Angel. Connections just not there at this point with anything. I fake more smiles to the fans when I'm meant to be trying to get their money from their pockets and in to the company. On a wrestling side, I am so bored.

Ms. Angel: How can you be bored of doing something you love to do?

J2H: Because I have faced and beat the same guy in my last two matches and come Sunday, I will have to do it again. It's becoming so routine, I could do this shi... ugh stuff in my sleep. The challenge is gone, there is no need for me to improve and get better anymore because although you showed me to be humble, wrestling doesn't challenge me anymore.

Ms. Angel: That's when you need to make new challenges within wrestling, for yourself. You've been a champion for nine months, why not challenge yourself to go to the end of the year as champion, and then a full year?

J2H: I'm not sure I have it in me. Everything is snowballing in to one giant downhill ball and I don't know what to do anymore.  

The door to the Parker home swings open and Austin Parker walks through, stepping on to the wooden planks of the porch and looking down at J2H, a surprise look on his face. Angel puts her hand on J2H's shoulder and looks him sincerely in the eye.

Ms. Angel: I'm sure you'll figure this out, James.

She warmly hugs him again, before turning around toward Austin and walking past him. Austin looks at J2H with the look of surprise still on his face.

Austin: Ah though ah was meeting ya in L.A on Saturday.

J2H: I needed to get away.  

A frown passes the cowboy's face as he looks at him, standing taller on the elevated porch.

Austin: An' ya ran outta islands for you an' the lady to go to?

An almost proud smirk crosses his face as he folds his arms.

J2H: Yeah, so I decided to take a trip to the land that smells of sweat and horse shit.

An equally proud smirk crosses J2H's face as he mimics Austin by folding his arms and looking at him. Austin rolls his eyes at J2H.

Austin: Ah'm a popular man today.

Austin turns his head towards the door, calling out loudly.

Austin: Come on out here, Bo!

J2H raises his right eyebrow looking towards the door as Bo Dreamwolf walks through the door, looking towards J2H. Bo's politeness quickly sees him step off the porch and towards J2H, reaching his hand out to shake it. J2H returns the handshake.

Bo: It's been a long time James.

J2H: Very Bo. Still teaching kids?

Little known story about J2H and Bo Dreamwolf, that you will see in a bit. Small talk is natural for two of the most unlikely people to ever have any kind of connection.  

Bo: I am, thanks for asking. How are you?

J2H: Still remembering the little people now I'm a nine month champion.

The friendly jab towards Bo causes the Native American to smile towards him.

Austin: Ya clearly came here for ah reason. Ya don't just drop everythin' without a call or anything an' just travel all the to a place ya didn't like, just cause ya wanted a break.

Austin points towards an open area, a barn in the distance, and steps off the porch to join J2H and Bo. He nods for them to walk and the three starts to walk down a dirt track.

Austin: Now, if this is one of those ah need a shoulder to cry on moment, ah'm not interested, you talk to Bo.

J2H scrunches his nose up as he looks at Austin.

J2H: It's not exactly like that. I'm getting bored Austin. I'm getting bored of constantly having to take on Dmitri. I'm tired of going home and feeling second best, I'm starting to like being in a dark room, on my own and locking out the world.

Austin: Boy, when ah was rasslin', me and Mark Ward took on each other every night for a month. We had to cut promo after promo in front of the crowd, every night. Every night we did that and we had ah rule. It couldn't be the same promo as the night before. Rassling changed now. Ya only cut promos ta build television matches. So ya had to talk about that guy ah few times. Big deal, ya the champion.

Bo: What he means is you worked hard to be where you are, so you wanted to be there at some point. You should enjoy it. Shouldn't matter who you've been facing.

Austin: That's what ah said.

Austin and Bo share a look, while J2H, walking in between the two of them, looks either side, shaking his head at both men as the three walk.  

J2H: It's not that I don't want to be there. It's about the fact that there is fuck all challenge anymore. Fuck, I spent yesterday trying to goad Simon Jones out of retirement, just to come back and give me a challenge. I see a man who has been out of wrestling for so long as more of a challenge than the people active.

Bo: The roster is full of talent. I am still a fan.

J2H: The problem is people are fucking lazy, Bo. People don't wanna put the effort in to be as good as I am, to lift them up.  

Austin: He ain't wrong. In all the years SCW has been going, this is a slack roster.  

J2H: They're just so fucking lazy. They turn up when they want and put no effort in to it.  

Bo: Dmitri has made himself a serious contender lately.

J2H: Compared to who else? Everyone else is sleeping, Dmitri was the only one who wasn't. He don't look good cause he stepped up, he looks good because everyone else stopped putting in the effort. I'm bored with that and my personal life is going to hell.

Austin: Ah ain't listening to what you and blondie are going through, ah don't care. You talk to him.

Austin points a thumb towards Bo, causing J2H switch his sight direction to his right, where Bo walks. An uncomfortable look crosses Bo's face.

Bo: Well, ummm, have you tried talking to her?

J2H: No.

Austin: Well problem solved. Talk to the woman ya idiot.

J2H: I wouldn't know where to start. I want things to be better with us. I mean they're not bad, but one minute she's bubbly around me, next, she's on Twitter talking to others and acting like she don't care.

Austin: Ah for fucks sake. Have we gone back six months? Cause ya was bitchin' bout that then and I didn't care than, and ah don't care now.  

Bo: You should talk to her though. Maybe she feels the same and wants thing to be closer. Ever thought of getting engaged?

J2H raises his eyebrow towards Bo, with a cocky smirk on his face.

J2H: Have you?

Austin can't help but burst out laughing as he looks at the two, pointing at Bo.

Bo: If I haven't, I can honestly say my sister, grandmother and Brandi probably have for me.

Austin: He still got ya there.

Bo stays silent, feeling defeated by J2H's comments and the three stop outside a barn, the wood more worn from when J2H remembered it from the past, the structure not aging very well.  

Austin: Can ah just deal with the rasslin' problem? You two can have a heart to heart 'bout women later.

Austin looks up at the old barn and moves towards the door, pushing open the wooden barn door. Inside sits the very old, yet workable wrestling ring, the very same ring that both Bo and J2H stepped in to improve their skills under the tutelage of Austin Parker. Bails of hay sit around the ring, marked with scrapes and scratches to give it character.

Austin: This is where it all started.

J2H: I know, I remember I was here, when you wouldn't let me get in the damn thing till I shovelled shit and lifted hay and fed ya damn chickens.

Austin: Well if ya wouldn't work a regular job, ya sure as shit wasn't gon' be able ta work hard enough to rassle. Ya might have been in an SCW ring before ya got ya skinny ass to this ring but this is the ring ya started ta become a real rassler.

J2H: Yeah, but now I'm bored of it. I am sick of it and I have no drive anymore.

Austin: Do ya remember how bad ya was when ya first turned up here?

J2H: I wasn't that bad.

J2H looks at Austin with all honesty as the three walk in to the barn and towards the ring. The three stand before the ring.

Bo: Actually, you was terrible. I actually remember the first match we had in that ring.

Flashback to the days of training, and here's the little known story about J2H and Bo Dreamwolf. Bo Dreamwolf was one of the very few people who knew exactly who J2H's trainer was, when he made his return. You could say Bo Dreamwolf played a big part in his training. Did you really think Austin was in the ring with the man known as James Huntington-Hawkes III? Not all the time, no. Austin still had it, on occasion, part time, or supercard wrestler, Austin could handle it - hint hint Austin - but wrestling every day would take it's toll on the wrestling legend, and age wasn't on his side - sorry Austin. Bo Dreamwolf was the man in the ring with J2H pretty much every day of his training. Here's their first encounter.

Austin: Seriously?

In the ring, of days gone past. Bo Dreamwolf stand facing a much skinnier, less muscle defined, tattooless, James Huntington-Hawkes III. Both men are wearing training gear.

Austin: You call that a punch?

James throws another punch toward Bo, glancing him on the chest, but not having any major impact to the much better built man. Bo looks out of the ring towards Austin and shrugs. Austin covers his eyes, slowly shaking his head, but James hits Bo on the chest once more. Bo turns his head back towards James.

Bo: I almost felt that one.

James: You're not funny.

James runs off the ropes, springing back across the ring, clumsily charging in to Bo and falling to the canvas.

James: Dammit! Is this guy made of stone or something!?

James returns to his feet, rubbing his shoulder and look at Bo.

Austin: Try a dropkick or something.

James jumps in the air, doing as Austin instructed and tries to nail Bo with a dropkick, but Bo stands firm, causing James to land flat on his back. James struggles to his feet and Bo jumps up, landing the picture perfect dropkick to James' chest and sending the young man flying backwards and to the canvas.

James: Dammit! That freaking hurt Tonto!

Austin: This ain't ice skating boy, get up.

James gets up and walks over to Bo, and instantly tries to lift him off his feet, but Bo tenses up, standing his ground. James stands up straight and stomps on his foot, causing Bo to untense his body. James reaches down and lifts Bo in a bodyslam and drives him in to the canvas. James turns around raises his arms towards Austin in victory, but Austin quickly shoots him down.

Austin: Ya not getting a medal for a bodyslam.

Defeated, James turns back towards Bo, only to be met with a vicious clothesline, sending James flying off his feet and doing a back flip, landing hard on his back.  

J2H: Son of a bitch.

James pulls himself to his feet and charges at Bo, who sidesteps and puts a foot out, tripping him up. Stumbling, James flies through the middle of the ropes and in to a pile full of hay. Bo and Austin move towards him, only visible from James is his legs waving out of the hay.

Coming back to modern times, both Austin and Bo laugh as the three sit on hay bales. J2H rolls his eyes at the two as they continue to laugh loud.

J2H: What was the point of retelling that embarrassing story?

The two slowly quieted down their laughing and look towards J2H.

Austin: 'cause that was who ya were when ya showed up here, an' now, ya the World champion and have been for nine months. Back then, ya wanted to be where ya are now an' ya there now. With rasslin', people don't stay on top as long as you have without havin' something special 'bout them.  

Bo: We all doubt ourselves in our careers, and in our lives, but you gotta look back at all the sacrifices you've made in your life to be where you are. Being where you are now, having all that you have now make all the sacrifices worth it.  

Austin: Ya just go out there, kick Dmitri's pale ass back ta Moscow,  an' enjoy being on top.

Bo: And don't push your lady friend away. If you want more from it, then if she's the one, she will too.

J2H looks at the two of them, unable to really argue against them.

J2H: Thank you. Now is there a bar around here that doesn't play country music, and doesn't stink of horse shit? I could go for a beer before getting back on a plane.

Austin: Don't ask for much, do ya?

The scene fades out as the three share a smile.



The scene takes place after Melody's promo.... Don't worry, she did  let you know when this one takes over....

Do you use Twitter? Oh you should, because it's actually fun if you're not watching Dmitri try and tweet dark side stuff when he's not tweeting "lol". It's a source to where people may or may not tease with a spoiler or two... Or if you're James Tuscini, don't sell your character to your fans. It teases signings, and returns... Hey, did you see Hot Stuff tweet about putting the money down to get Simon Jones back? Or that Ben Jordan has a reason to be at High Stakes VI, or that this might be Melody Grace's last match in SCW? No? You didn't know that? Well, Twitter is where to be.

Some what of a shock appeared on there earlier this week, as J2H announced that his relationship with Melody Grace was very much on the rocks, quickly followed by a tweet from Melody talking about single life. As expected, not one reply to J2H, not even an "are you ok?" from anyone. Melody on the other hand, bam! A friend went straight to her, not asking if she was ok, but building up how much they can spend time with each other again, and a random guy just trying to be noticed. Hate to think what her DMs looked like, but nothing, nothing of any sympathy for J2H. It could have been Melody that caused it, but no one cared, comfort Melody, burn J2H at the stake, just like last time until he took to the ring and told people the truth.

Weeks ago, the two moved in together, they were happy it seemed, or was they. You saw Melody's promo I hope before you saw this, walking on egg shells was an understatement and J2H couldn't figure out why. He knew his soul had a scorch mark in from nine months ago that wouldn't fade, he knew the mental pain would not go away at any time soon, but it rarely showed when the two was together, it just lived in the darker reaches of his mind.

What could have prompted the two to be like this... Well there was a clue in Melody's promo if you actually were smart enough to pick up on it.

But as you've gathered from this promo so far, J2H is no longer around at the house. He'd extended his stay at Austin's ranch for an extra couple of days, they break up unfairly coming from a long distance setting, but he was heading home, he was home in the city sense so to speak at Los Angeles International Airport.

A private jet comes to a complete stop to one side of a small hanger. Planes can be seen shooting past in the background, their jet engine noise filling up the Los Angeles air. The steps to the private plane starts to slowly come down, next to a waiting car. After touching the ground firmly, J2H is seen standing at the top, adjusting his eyes to the morning light, brightness filling the air around him, only lit up by the countless lights of the working airport. He breathes in deep, feeling the fresh air hit his lungs after hours of compacted recycled air in the private plane. Stepping down the steps, a bag over his shoulder, he moves towards the car. He knew it would only be a short journey to the terminal, and no time through customs - celebrity perks, before he would be back facing reality and the problems he created to wait for him by the time he returned.

He agreed a break up with Melody over the phone, he didn't know what he was going to be walking in to. She sounded firm on the phone during their argument, almost like giving a shit about the situation wasn't on her mind, but he knew differently. He knew that she built her walls high and was sitting behind the wall confused.

He hasn't let the whole thing slip from his mind either. For the last four hours, he'd been stuck on the plane, his mind wandering towards what had happened. He knew the scars from the past would always come back to haunt him, but was he too rash? Was the reasons for his quick escape justified? Were they stupid reasons? A million questions rushed though his mind, enough to cause doubt in him mind.

He knew as he stepped in to the car and sat down, feeling it slowly move towards the terminal building, he had to speak to Melody, he had to clear the air before she moved on and he disappeared off her radar for good, he had to know if he was sure he was doing the right thing.

After seconds, the car was pulling up to the terminal building, snapping him back from his thoughts and scenarios of what could be waiting for him when he got home. He stepped out of the car, pulling his bag with his free arm before moving in to the building in front of him. He looks around the VIP area, where celebrities get to move through security without the glaring eye of the public, spotting it to be relatively quiet before moving through the a security check point. His eyes focus on the tired looking guard as he hold up his ID, the man waves him through, clearly not interested in his celebrity status. He wanders through the security checkpoint and to the outside of the main terminal, expecting to see Simpson waiting for him, yet Simpson is nowhere to be seen. Pulling his bag higher on his back, he starts to walk through the terminal, thinking that Simpson may have been running slightly late. He pulls his baseball cap lower on his head hoping to not be recognized in this early morning setting, but fingers and whispers fly in his direction. A more excitable noise is heard in the distance as he glances his eyes up to see a gathered crowd. He narrows them, looking for the source of this commotion, but takes half a step back as his eyes widen.

Walking towards him surrounded by people following them, taking pictures and asking questions, is Melody Grace and Simpson, Simpson's watchful eye keeping check on how close people are getting to her. His mind races, was she at the airport to meet him? To try and put things right? No, she had a carry on bag with her.

She was doing it again... She was leaving!

His mind was rushing again. No waiting to talk, not even sitting at home with a rolling pin ready to strike, she pulled the same thing she did in the past and just walking away without a word. This is starting to become less of a pattern and more of trait.

Melody had seen him too, she froze in place as her eyes locked on to his. She could see the anger in his face. He knew that running away when she owned half his house, her stuff that she brought in to the house would be a constant reminder of her, but she opted for another indefinite disappearance, leaving him once again to clean up was what she wanted. She knew that this was not going to be a fun reunion as he marched his way towards her, the crowd spotting him and looking towards him. Louder whispers broke out as he got closer, many expecting to see human gasoline, meet a human match. He stopped in front of her, his heart racing as he looked at her as words fell through gritted teeth.

J2H: So you're doing the same again? Just running away.

Melody looks around the crowd. She had a reputation to protect, she had a life she build with not only herself, but with the man in front of her.

Melody: This is not the time or the place James.

His eyes narrowed as he looks at with fiery rage in his body.

J2H: Just like last time when you disappeared. That wasn't the time or the place for months and then we all know what happened when you did come back!

The scars on his soul spoke for him, unable to stop himself. It was almost like he was controlled by something he couldn't control at all. The worlds fell out of his mouth without him being able to stop them, this did not impress Melody.

Melody: I have a plane to catch.

J2H: Let me guess, to Norway, a place you have no connection to, a place that has no meaning to you other than the fact you spun a globe and that's where it stopped. Anyone would think you have something there that you're not telling people about.

Melody rolls her eyes at him, not impressed by his words, her response dripping with sarcasm.

Melody: Yes James, I have a secret family in Norway, who I go and see once every year.

J2H: Wouldn't be shocked.

His eyes look around the people gathered, each waiting on every word they have to say to each other, some recording and hoping to brag to their friends about it later, with video proof.  

J2H: Look, can we just go somewhere to talk?

Melody: Where James? We're in an airport with thousands of people. There is nowhere to talk without getting attention.

J2H understands her words, but quickly looks around his surrounding, spying an empty store selling ties - Is it a surprise it's empty? Who goes to the airport to buy ties anyway? He takes Melody by the wrist and quickly, and very surprisingly to Melody, pulls her away from the crowd and in to the store. Simpson quickly follows, caught off guard by the young man's actions. J2H stops and turns around to Simpson.

J2H: No one comes in.

Simpson nods towards him and turns his back towards the store. J2H quickly shuts the door and locks it behind him. The store assistant look across, a teenage girl, looks through her thick rimmed glasses.

Assistant: You can't do...

She looks at the couple as she trails off, her mouth slowly growing wider as she recognises them.

Assistant: You're....

J2H raises his hand and cuts the surprised girl off in her tracks.

J2H: Yeah, yeah, and I'll give ya five grand now and an autograph if ya just walk in to the store room and shut the door for five minutes.

Five grand to a teenage girl working in a tie store in an airport, he instantly knew the answer as he watched her turn around and walk in to a door behind the counter. J2H turns back to Melody, her hands placed firmly on her hip.

Melody: Well? I have a flight to catch.

Her tone was venomous, yet tired. He didn't know of her exploits while he was away, but could sense sleep wasn't high up on the list of things she'd done in the last few days. He can't help but smile at her words.

J2H: You really think yo have a flight to catch? Did Simpson arrange it all?

Melody nods, yet unsure what he was getting at or working towards.

Melody: Of course he did, he called the company, he arranged the car.

J2H: For the exact same time that he had to meet me at the airport to pick me up? Not half an hour or so in between so we never bumped in to each other.

Melody: He wouldn't do that!

J2H looks towards the door at Simpson standing sideways on, half an eye on the crowd, half an eye on what is happening in the store. J2H gives him a slight nod and turns around, Melody keeps her eye on the situation.

J2H: See what I mean?

Melody slowly shakes her head, more in surprise than anger towards Simpson, before turning back towards J2H.

Melody: I can't believe he'd do that to me. He knew I had to get away from all this.

J2H: All this? Run away from your house, your stuff, your damn animals and leaving me to pick up after everything.

Melody: You ended things with me on the phone James, you couldn't even do it face to face, then put it on Twitter and you expected me to just sit around and wait for you?

Anger was growing in her voice and he knew how to push her buttons, not the smartest thing to do but he did anyway.

J2H: At least people replied to you. Your fucking friend seemed over the moon that she could spend more time with you, and some random guy just replying utter shit just to get your attention. I was the one sitting there with no one giving a fuck when I was hurting too.

Melody: You ended it and I still don't know why!

Melody walks away from him, her eyes browsing ties sitting on hooks, not taking much notice of the designs, just using it as an excuse to get away from him. J2H stays in the same spot as he calls out to her.  

J2H: Because you fucking lied to me!

Melody stops and turns around, looking towards him with anger in her eyes.

Melody: About what?

Her teeth instinctively grind against themselves as her eyes look at him with pure anger.

J2H: About your injury! You're hurt and didn't tell me a damn thing about it. Do you know how close you were to not being able to do the simple things because of that shoulder? You kept me in the dark Mel and I went along as normal when I coulda done more and I believed you when you said you was fine!

Melody: I was fine!

[J2H]

 J2H: You could have ended up permanently disabled. Then what? You couldn't wrestle, not that you'd care it seems, but you think you could still do movies when you couldn't lift a damn prop? Hell, you couldn't even do the simple things like driving, or moving something three foot away!

Melody cranks her head back, slightly seeing his anger and stepping away was more to do with concern. She knew he would have done more if she would have told him, she knew he would have stopped her from doing everything.  

Melody: So you ended things because of that?

J2H: Not just because of that Mel. I'm sick to death of being forced to do things by you all the time.

An invisible punch catches Melody in the gut as she feels her stomach twist just by hearing those words fly from J2H's lips to her ears.

Melody: I don't make you do anything!

J2H: You do it all the fucking time! Mikah talks about shopping, I say no, you have a pissy moment on there and once again, I feel like I'm in the damn wrong for saying no to something you know I hate doing. It happens all the time, your friends invite you somewhere and say to bring me. Do I really wanna be around your friends? You know how I feel about one of them, but you put me in that situation all the time. I'm not a fucking accessory.

J2H picks up a nearby tie and holds it up.

J2H: Do I look like a fucking tie to be worn to make you look better? I can not take the damn fact that I have to walk on eggshells, just so you don't get publicly pissy on Twitter.

J2H moves towards Mel, a serious look on his face, more so than any point of their conversation so far.

J2H: I couldn't deal with the fact that I don't have a life anymore. My life is what you tell me it should be. I go to all these events for work, and never make you come along if you don't want to. I say no to shopping, fucking shopping with you and Mikah and fuck, Twitter goes on one where even Jamie Dean has to have his say!

Melody: I can't control what others say on Twitter.

J2H: No but you can on what you say on there! I say no to anything on there and I'm the bad guy who's not allowed an opinion, or to do what I want.

Melody: You left me to go to Georgia to Austin Parker's ranch! You didn't even mention it to me.

J2H: For you to say no? For you to tell me I can't cause you had some damn plans about getting your nails done and had to be there, just because you say so?

Melody puts her hands on her hips and looks at him with one raised eyebrow.

Melody: I would never have asked you to do that.  

J2H: Ok, maybe that one was a bit out there, but you get the idea. Everything has to be your way or not at all Mel, and I ain't living my life like that.  

Melody sighs as she looks at him, her mind searching for any scrap of truth in his words. Something rings true in her head, causing her to exhale deeply.

Melody: I didn't mean it to be that way James. I just wanted to spend time with you. You're busy all the time, you have to work for SCW pretty much every time you leave the house. Every time someone comes near you, you have to be J2H and not James. I have to put up with the little fan girls drooling over you.

J2H: I have to put up with every guy on Twitter drooling over you but that has nothing to do with making me feel like shit because I don't do what you want. Sure as hell don't give you the right to not be straight up with your injury.

Melody: I just want more time with you...

Melody taps her chin as she looks at him.

Melody: Well, wanted but now look where we are. You're not perfect. I have to avoid you when you're in a bad mood.

J2H: Maybe you should look at why I'm in a bad mood.

Melody: You can't put that on me. You get angry when it's too hot, or too cold.  

J2H: I get a lot more angry when I feel like I'm here to just do what you want and fuck what I actually like to do or not do.

Melody: This is getting us nowhere James, and I might have a flight to catch.

J2H: Trust me, you don't that sly old dog got you here to see me so you didn't run away from me.

The two look at each other, both not sure what to say as John Legends "All of Me" starts to play over the store sound system. The two look at each other, Melody starts to nervously circle her hair with her finger.

Melody: So now what, James?

He had a choice to make at this point, he could let her go, he could let her book a flight to anywhere she wanted to go, or he could try and talk her out of it.

J2H: Now we go home and sit and talk and if we can't sort it out, then you can go to Norway, or anywhere you want to go and I won't stop you. The worst that could happen is you can be on a plane this afternoon to go where ever you want, I'll even pay for it.

Melody looks at him, her eyes momentarily turning away, maybe the music softening her mood as she looks at him, just giving him a nod, no words coming from her lips. J2H tries not to smile with his lips, but his eyes tell a happier story. J2H turns his head towards the door the shop assistant went in to.

J2H: You can come out now.

The shop assistant slowly opens the door and looks around it to see them. J2H looks towards Melody, addressing her with a soft tone.

J2H: I better go through with my promise here. On the way back, I need to stop off somewhere, so you and Simpson head on home, and I'll be back soon. I just need to pick some stuff up and I'll be with you.

Melody squeezes his arm and nods as she walks past him. J2H reaches in to his pocket, pulling out his money clip as the scene fades.



Hope for the couple yet?

Well it did seem the ice had thawed just a little after their short airport encounter, but Melody did indeed agree to go home, but as J2H had informed her. He had plans to stop off somewhere before returning to the house. In fact it was always a plan, since he came up with a conclusion on that long plane ride home. He knew he had to at least try and be civil. The house was not his, it was theirs, he knew Melody had added her own personal touches to the place. He knew that if things wasn't to be, there was a lot to be sorted out. He knew if it wasn't to be, both would want things settled as quickly as possible. The last thing he expected was to be bumping in to Melody at the airport, on her way out of the country. He luckily stopped that from happening and was safe in the knowledge Simpson was driving her home, but his plan remained intact.

Walk in the house with breakfast. It was still early morning, the daylight just starting to peak over the buildings of Los Angeles. He told both Simpson and Melody in the car to just drop him off downtown, that he would be safe and home within an hour. Both protested, knowing the dangers of being in downtown Los Angeles in the early hours, but he assured them he was going to be safe. At times he had a way of blending in to the background, and knew he could here. After agreeing to get a taxi home, the two had reluctantly let him leave.

He had done what he had to and was sitting in the back of a taxi. His fingers loosely wrapped around a bag containing takeaway food, the smell filling the cab. Sitting across his chest sit flowers, red roses that he had to overpay for, just to get a tired florist receiving an early morning deliver to sell to him.

He looks out the window as the car moved out in to the lane towards his home. A satisfaction washed over him as he felt himself getting closer to home. He wasn't sure what to really say to Melody to get things back to normal, nor did he know how to bring around the subject of the house should it all go wrong. He looks out of the window as the car, seeing his own house, but something looked incredibly different, the house seemed brighter in the distance. He lowers his eyebrows to focus his eyes as the car drew closer. A look of utter shock crosses his face as the car stops outside the gate. J2H quickly flicks his attention towards the taxi driver, reaching in to his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes, pulling some out and handing it to the taxi driver before stepping out of the car, pulling the bag and flowers with him. He moves to the gate, his eyes wide as he looks at what's before him.

J2H: What the hell as she done?

He snaps his eyes away from the scene to quickly type in the security code on the gate, causing the door next to the side gate to open. He steps through seeing the scene before it.

J2H: Seriously, what the fuck!?

His eyes look down the driveway leading towards the house, as tall Christmas trees line either side, lit up brightly in the night sky. He walked towards the house carrying his goods, his eyes still turning around as if his head was on a swivel. Moving towards the front door, he saw the Christmas theme continued as his eyes rested upon the wreath on the wooden door, and to the side a scene from The Nutcracker set up.

J2H: Please God that this is has far as it goes, and that she did this to show off for the neighbours.

He puts his hand on the door, pushing down the handle and pushing door open. He walks in and quickly sees that his hope for less Christmas scene had quickly faded. Looking in the main hall, the stairs either side covered in green tinsel entwined around the banisters, with wreaths attached to the banisters, with red bows, on either side, leading to the top of the stairs. He looks around, feeling something else off, and looks up in the air, seeing that the bright light bulbs above his head, high in the sky has been changed to red and green. Mistletoe hanging above his head also caught his attention.

J2H: How the fuck did she get all the way up there to change them?

His mind thinks of possibilities, but none seeming realistic. He wanders further in to the house, looking around as he spies Christmas baubles along the way, snow globes, candles and mini trees line the wall. His anger grew inside of him. He'd never seen Christmas this overdone. His teeth grinded together as he moved towards the living room, anger building in his body, when he should have been pleased and full of the Christmas spirit, or at least appreciate Melody's hard work.

J2H: Looks like Rudolph has been sick around here.

He moved towards the main room of the house, the living room, hoping for something less in your face but reaching the half open door, he knew he would be more shocked if there was less Christmas decoration. Through the partially opened door, he spots Melody on the sofa, her blonde hair resting on the arm rest of the sofa. He moves in to the room, his intention to tell Melody just what he thought, but Melody didn't move. Moving towards her, looking over her, he sees her eyes shut in peaceful slumber. He turns around, looking at the room, his eyes like saucers as he looks around the trees all around the room. He moves towards the center of the room, placing the takeaway bag and flowers on the table, a dancing Santa in the middle.

J2H: Why are there so many Christmas trees around here?

Indeed he was right, looking around the room, he saw five trees, five trees in one room! Each decorated beautifully, lit brightly.  

J2H: Why does anyone need five?

He walks towards the first one, crouching down and looking at the presents underneath it and reading one of the tags.

J2H: To James, love Melody...

He stands up and moves to the next tree, crouching down and looking at the next tree, his eyes moving over the label shaped like a snowman on one of the presents. To Melody from Simpson, he reads in his head. Yes, Simpson, not a Christian name, but Simpson. Moving to the next tree, he spots a label with the words "To Simpson, from Dexter". J2H frowns as he blinks rapidly.

J2H: The duck does his own shopping now?

He casts his eye towards Melody, sleeping peacefully on the sofa, and turns to the final two trees. He moves towards the forth tree, crouching to read the next label.

J2H: To Dexter, love mommy and daddy?

He scratches his head, looking towards Melody, still not moved from her sleep, her knees curled up to her chest.

J2H: I didn't buy shit...

The realization crosses his mind about the fifth tree and he quickly moves towards it and sees the label "To Puppy, from mommy and daddy."

J2H: She bought presents for a fish? This is serious damn overkill!

The anger started to build again, running through his muscles as he turns to face Melody, but her peaceful look on his face stops the upcoming explosion. He sighs sadly, part of him just relieved that she's there and came home rather than ask Simpson to return her to the airport. He moved over to the end of the sofa, Melody laying across two of the three cushions and gently lowers himself at the end. As if instinctively, Melody just sits up, her eyes closed switches positions, lowering her upper body across his legs and grabbing his arm, pulling it over her. He looks down at her with a slight look of confusion. He quickly shrugs it off as her innocent peaceful look, possibly the most peaceful she has looked in days, washes the rage and anger from his body. He knew she was asleep, Melody had this knack for falling asleep deeply within minutes of her head hitting the pillow. He knew the world she was in right now was a dream world, but he spoke anyway.

J2H: Sometimes I wish my brain would work faster than my mouth.

He looks down at her laying on his lap, her hand wrapped around his.

J2H: I want more from us Mel, I don't want to constantly feel on egg shells. You know all that stuff form years ago plays on my mind, you know it kills me and fills me with nothing but hate. It fucked up so much then and even now. I don't want it to be like this.

He felt raw, as if he was baring his disfigured soul, taking comfort in the fact that if she heard it, it would work in to her dream world in the form of something else.

J2H: I want the best for us, push as far as we can go, but lately it's been weird.

He felt like he was confessing to her.

J2H: I'm just sick of the shit from the past, shit that could happen again. Today it nearly did, you nearly hopped on a plane and disappeared again. You nearly left me standing in a place that looks like Christmas moved in. I don't wanna sit here anymore and think you can up and leave at any time.

Melody squeezes his finger, still miles away in her dream world.

J2H: We need to be better, we need to be closer or this ain't gonna work anymore. We need to stand up and be better every day. I know I need to get rid of those demons, I know I need to put some things behind me but I also know I can't do this shit on my own. I feel that way at times, like I have nowhere to turn, like I...

He looks down at Melody, her breathing slow and steady. He knew there was no waking her and looking around a place that could put Santa's grotto to shame, he breathed in deeply.

J2H: We'll talk about this a little later.

He pulls Melody across his lap a little more, the sleeve on her shirt rolling up. Something grabs his attention as he looks at the top of her arm, showing a deep, dark bruise, very angry looking and purple.  

J2H: What the fuck? Melody? Melody?

He gives her a gentle shake, but all Melody does is lift her arms up and wraps her arms around his neck. He lets out a short sigh and puts his arms under her legs.

J2H: Someone's got a little explaining to do a little later.  

He turns his head to a grandfather clock on the wall, reading the time as eight O clock in the morning. He stands up, lifting Melody in the air and holding her up, she instantly puts her head on his shoulder and wraps her arms around him tightly.

J2H: Sleep in her own bed will do her good.  

He walks towards the door, the camera watching the walk out of the door, but staying fixed in one place. Just seconds later, the sound of J2H's footsteps moving up the stairs and along the hallway, presumably to the bedroom. The footsteps stop and only his voice can be heard.  

J2H: A Christmas tree in the bedroom too? Damn! You didn't do this by half, did ya babe?

Fast forward just a few hours. Having decided to catch some extra sleep too, J2H lies in bed, the camera focused on his face. Rolling over, he reaches out, expecting to reach out and find Melody laying beside him, but Melody is nowhere to be found. He eyes slowly open, staring at an empty pillow, he lets out a long yawn before rolling to the side of the bed and pushing the white covers from his toned body. He swings his legs around, touching the floor, before rubbing his eyes. He glares across at the Christmas tree in his room, slowly shaking his head.

J2H: At least on the bright side of Melody doing all of this stuff, I can stop hiding her presents in the wardrobe.

Shock, horror, J2H is not as stupid as many would think. For months he had been picking up bits and pieces when he could for Christmas, for not only Melody, but for Simpson too. It's been easy to do so without Melody noticing. J2H has been out on the road constantly while Melody has been at home, resting her shoulder, he'd been in cities days before, looking for little things. He stands up moving towards the walk in closet in his room, moving to his side of the closet. He pulls down a robe from behind the door and wraps it around his body before reaching down and grabbing two heavy looking sports bags and sliding them out. He knew it was the perfect hiding place. Melody would never go down any of his large collection of sports bags. Pulling them out, he lifts them over his shoulder and walks out of the room. His face drops as a horrible thought enters his mind as he looks at the empty bed.

J2H: Wait, what if she's....

His words trail off as he makes a move towards the bedroom door, the bags still over his shoulders. He moves out of the room and quickly down the hall to the top of the stairs. He thunders down them, the added weight on his back and shoulders add to the sound. He gets to the bottom of the stairs and turns around, moving under them in a half run and pushes the kitchen door to the left open and burst in the room. Melody sits to his left, but quickly springs to her feet as the urgency of J2H alarms her.

Melody: What's wrong?

A sigh of relief exits his body as he moves towards her, wrapping his arms around her firmly.

Melody: Ow, ow, ow!

His hands press on Melody's training wounds, unseen by his own eye, causing her to wail in pain. He quickly steps back, happy to see her there.

J2H: What's wrong?

Melody: Nothing, I over did things with training.

The sound of a man clearing his throat behind J2H causing him to spin around. His eyes rest upon Derek Thorne standing in his kitchen.

J2H: Well at least this explains the bruise on your arm I saw earlier.

Melody quickly covers her arm in the same place as J2H's eyes rested on just a few hours earlier. He looks at Derek's icy stare.

J2H: Derek...

Derek: James.

The two just stare at each other, before J2H turns his attention back to Melody

J2H: Can we talk outside?

Melody nods and she holds a finger up to Derek Thorne, indicating her intention to return in just a moment. J2H walks out of the door, shortly followed by Melody. He stops and turns around to look at her.

J2H: Those bruises.

Melody: Just training hard for this comeback.

J2H: What's he doing here anyway? I thought that part of the past was gone, done and he was hiding in the snow somewhere.

Melody: He just showed up.  

J2H taps his chin, just looking at Melody, his head slightly tilted.  

J2H: When you have some time, I think we need to sit down and sort this shit out Mel. We can't go on like this is we want to move forward. If you want to move forward.

Melody: Of course I want to move forward Jam. I don't like this fighting.

Sadness fills her voice, yet a genuine feeling comes from her tone. She steps forward, placing her hand on his arm.

J2H: As soon as you get time, we'll talk, ok?

Melody nods in agreement. She didn't want the single life, as much as it was tweeted. She knew she would do whatever she could at this point to make it work.... Well, almost everything.

Melody: Ok. What's with the bags Jam?

Almost forgetting they were on his shoulders, J2H looks either side to see the bags. He runs through his mind, looking for an excuse.

J2H: Oh, just some stuff I need to shoot that promo. It's gonna be great but needs a lot of set work, so these should help, just gotta check on them so I'll be in the study. Also need to run my eye over that really confusing promo Dmitri threw out last week.

Melody knew better than to ask too much about the promo work that he does when it comes to focusing on an opponent.

J2H: So I'll be in the study. As soon as you're free, come find me, ok?

Melody nods and moves forward and kisses him on the cheek. She turns and moves back towards the kitchen. J2H moves in the opposite direction and towards the living room. Looking behind himself to make sure he hasn't been followed, he moves quickly towards the Christmas trees, dropping down to his knees and placing the bags either side. He kneels in front of Melody's tree and quickly opens the bag, reaching in and grabbing presents. He hurries as he pulls out the presents and putting them around Melody's tree. He quickly slides along to Simpson's tree, opening up the second bag and glancing over his shoulder, looking towards the door. Spotting no one around, he reaches in to the bag and pulls out presents, placing them around the free. Thinking he can hear footsteps, he springs to his back and hurries to a door at the side of the room and quickly walks through, heading towards the study. The sound of another door opens and his voice can be heard.  

J2H: Fucking hell! Is there a room in this house that hasn't been decorated?!?!

The camera fades out.



The moon drops down in the background over a graveyard setting. Tombstones fill the camera on a hill as a wide shot is seen, the city of Los Angeles can be seen in the distance. The camera pulls back, showing the tombstones a little closer, some with traditional arch shapes, others in cross form, cut in marble. The camera spins to see people lined up alongside an open grave, four on each side, a mix of men and women all in black. Face nets cover the eyes of the women, helping to give distinction between genders. Behind an oval tombstone stands J2H, his blonde hair neatly combed to the side. His body is covered by a black suit, with a white shirt and a black tie. He bows his head as he looks in to the open grave. The camera moves in a little closer, capturing all nine people in a closer shot. J2H raises his head, his diamond stud earring blinking in the moonlight at the floodlit funeral. He clears his throat and looks deep in to the camera.

J2H: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to say goodbye. We are here to say goodbye to something that once promise so much, yet never lived up to full potential. Something that we hope in the afterlife can be much more successful. It wasn't an easy ride for this being, yet he someone managed to cling on in an attempt to be relevant, but all things, good and bad, must come to an end, and this is one of them.

He bows his head just slightly.

J2H: Today, we have to say goodbye to the career of Dmitri.

He raises his head and tries not to smile.

J2H: It felt like yesterday when his SCW career had began, but his contract was signed back in January, on the twenty fifth to be exact, and he debuted two months with a not so impressive with against Tim Staggs. A victory we've all had in our careers, but it was the start of something forgettable sadly. It was the start of another career that never really amounted to anything, regardless of the strides make in the less than seven months between stepping in the ring and today. So many would be impressed with this but I can't say I am.

He rolls his shoulders forward in a reverse shrug

J2H: People would be impressed that he moved on well and took the Internet championship, with stiff competition fighting for that title, the one title I have not put my hands on. He defeated Rage, Rage of all people, so some would list that as a career highlight in SCW.

He tilts his head slightly, his face stone like and unemotional.

J2H: Some would, I wouldn't.

He solemnly shakes his head firmly.

J2H: Just two weeks later, that championship belt was back around the waist of the better man, it was back around the waist of Rage, so that pathetic run, and I use the word run lightly, did nothing to impress me. In fact, a lot of things Dmitri did, no one could truly understand. Let's talk about another moment in his Sin City Wrestling career, shall we?

J2H nods his head, just taking a deep breath before continuing.  

J2H: Let's talk about the decision to join forces with James Tuscini. I know, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here, because there hasn't been many defining moments in the career of Dmitri, but jumping on board with James Tuscini. Let me tell you something about being part of a successful team. You need to have something, anything, just a little thing in common with someone you plan on teaming with. Myself and Giani Di Luca, look at how alike we were, we had it all. Look at other teams, and this might be the only time I ever praise these teams, but Team Hero, The Monstimals, Team BJ, fuck, go back to Sinful Obsession, all these teams had something that made them seem a fit, yet the Dmitri, Tuscini team makes no sense. A vampire and a Jersey short stereotype, made no sense, yet this is what I'm forced to talk about because of how unmemorable Dmitri's time in SCW has been.

The mourners around the grave side sob as J2H shakes his head.

J2H: If my career had that many forgettable moments, I'd cry too. I'd sob like a baby because no one would remember a thing I've done, just like him. There's not one promo I can honestly say I remember from him. In fact, this is no longer a sad occasion saying goodbye to his career.

J2H runs his hand along his chin.

J2H: This is actually a mercy killing for the sake of the fans.  

He presses his hands together as he looks down in to the open ground.

J2H: You would have thought last week would have been an interesting story, showing the world that you have a maker, and that you've become a whinny little bitch, Dmitri. We always knew you was a whinny little bitch from the second you cried about getting a rematch, but now your career is gonna meet my maker. I thought it would add something new to you, that we might actually get to see something other than the usual shit we get to see, but nope, it was the same regurgitated shit as always.

The champions rolls his eyes at his own comment.

J2H: We get it, you like blood. You like the night time, you like scaring people, come up with some new shit bro!

He rolls his eyes, clearly disappointed that Dmitri used the same old gimmicky lines to get his point across.

J2H: We already know what you're supposed to be. We get the sharp teeth, messy hair, pale complexion, it's something you don't have to go on and on about, nor does anyone give a flying fuck about the history of Russia. You're run by a fucking idiot, the next Hitler. No one gives a shit. I did however learn one thing, one thing that will put me in good steed.

He waves his finger at the camera, pointing with confidence.

J2H: You are so damn unfocused, it's not even funny. You spend half your time rambling on about people other than me. Hello Dmitri, I'm your opponent, Casey isn't, so why you going on about a man who is not in SCW bro? Do I give a damn that you attacked a man like a coward in his own house in front of his kids? No, I don't, so why the fuck are you talking to him and not me? I don't even think he cares while he's sitting at home. I'm your damn opponent, focus on me rather than an embarrassingly proud moment where you beat up someone who has nothing to do with this match.

J2H disappointedly shakes his head, feeling the confidence in him grow.

J2H: You wanna rid the world of the weak, you should consider suicide.

An arrogant smirk crosses his face as he looks down in the open hole below him.

J2H: And sitting mocking Rage.... Are you fucking serious bro? The guy took your Internet title from you, and you wait for months to waste a chance to talk about me, talking about Rage. Again, I'm your opponent fuck nuts, and you just cost yourself this match by being so unfocused. If you took out everything you said about everyone else and not me, your promo would have lasted for just enough time for people to take a piss through and come back. You've heard of piss break matches? Well after that, you are the king of piss break promos. Why waste so much time talking about Rage? We're in a thunderdome genius, no one can get in. No one can step through the ropes and have any impact on this match. All you've done, like the idiot that you are, is waste precious time talking about someone else. That shows your head is not in it. It shows your focus is split, it shows you're too busy worrying about someone else, and I'm all about focused on you. I'm not rambling about someone else. I mean, you're going on about beating someone at the last Climax Control. I can do that too, now who did I beat in my last match on an episode of Climax Control?

J2H taps the side of his head, as if he's thinking about it, knowing the answer fully well.

J2H: That would be you, Dmitri. Let me ask you some of the same questions you asked him. It musta been hard for you, huh Dmitri? Cause I watched you sink in to the forgetfulness of being non relevant... Whatever the fuck that means.

He tilts his head up, looking up towards the night sky before looking back down at the camera.

J2H: Did me beating you make you run off in desperation? ...What?

J2H tilts his head again, still confused by the words he just spoke.

J2H: Seriously, you rambled for ten minutes about people that is not me and expect to be focused on me. That's seriously cost you, ya fucking freak!

He shakes his head slowly, his mind in thought trying to figure out how anything Dmitri said in his wasted time talking about Casey and Rage, linked to him.

J2H: If that wasn't bad enough, a fucking history lesson. No one gives a fuck about Lenin, Louis XIV, or any other historical figure you wanna bring up. This is the hear and now, this is modern times and you wanna compare me to fallen history figures to show even this king can fall, is that it? You chose to ramble on to the point where people would have turned off, just to say you want to get piece of the people around me... Tell the people something they don't know! You're a fucking bad guy, they already know you want revenge on Rage and JT Midas, you don't have to talk such shit taking us on a tour of history to let us know you wanna beat up two people who stood by my side.  

He shrugs confidently as he looks down the camera.

J2H: You basically wasted an entire promo, talking about a subject that no one really liked in school, talking about other people and pretty much just wasting space.

An arrogant smirk crosses his face.

J2H: Travis mentioned me in his promo this week, am I gonna dedicate an entire scene to him? Fuck no! Thanks for watching Travis, maybe you will get sixes across the board, but one hundred for stupidity. I didn't feel confused when you stepped up to me, I felt like I was in for an easy time.

A smile breaks out across his face.

J2H: And Spike and Alexis mentioned my name... Yeah, Spike's right Alexis, Austin Parker is the one. He is a champion maker.

J2H puts his hands out in front of the camera, with a wide smile on his face.

J2H: That is how to you address things, without rambling on about people not in the match, just to make your promo look epic, and to fool people in to thinking you're a great talker. You're really not, you're like a drunk at a bar repeating his story just to prove a point.  

He tilts his head as continue to speak.

J2H: You wasted everybodies time who thought you was gonna talk about something they was interested in. They thought you was gonna speak about me, about the world title match, about the thunderdome, about the fucking huge supercard that is High Stakes VI, but you wasted everyone's time! You wasted their time, you wasted my time, you wasted the damn film that piece of shit was recorded. The people didn't want to hear you ask how JT is feeling, or how Rage is feeling, they wanted to hear about our damn match and you ruined it Dmitri, you made all the fans see that your mind is not in this match and mine is more than focused for this one.  

His eyes narrow as he looks down the camera, his lips pressed out as he thinks about his next words.

J2H: I was actually pretty fucking shocked when you did decide to talk about the match after what felt like an eternity of you talking about everyone other than me. Then I wish you'd have just shut the fuck up and just disappeared. You asked me to tell you how I plan on beating you, besides about me telling you that I've beat you before...

A frown passes the champions face.

J2H: Ummm, why the fuck would I say anything else? You've been in the same fucking ring as me idiot! Why would you even ask a man who has beat so you damn much, how I plan on beating you! I will beat you like I did the first time, I will beat you like I did the second time, I will beat you like I did the third time. Seriously, do you just wanna show up here and finish the rest of this promo for me, because right now, you're just beating yourself and that is fucking embarrassing.

The frown is replaced by an arrogant smirk.

J2H: You're loading the gun and aiming at yourself asking this stupid fucking questions. How about you tell me how you're going to beat me. Like rip the flesh back and get down to the bare bones of thing and instead of the tough talk, you tell me tactically, how are you gonna beat me?

He waits for a few seconds, pausing as if he's waiting for an answer.

J2H: You're clueless Dmitri. You mock me for having two followers, you call me a bitch for having two followers. Jesus had followers, was he a bitch? Your little hero Lenin had followers, so many that bought in to his cause, was he a bitch Dmitri?

The arrogant smirk returns to his face as he looks down the camera.

J2H: How will I slither out of danger? Hello moron! Fucking Thunderdome! I'm gonna stand toe to toe with you because you are such a whining little bitch, crying to get another title match after Christian made a fuck up and kicked you. You went crying for your shot, and I out smarted you, you somehow lose everything on your own the whole cycle, only winning tag team stuff, yet you are the number one contender yet again. I'm not buying this bullshit Dmitri. Instead of acting like you fucking deserve this, you need to be grateful you're even in this match rather than in a match with a new guy!

He puts his hands out to the side, with raised eyebrows.

J2H: I ain't no sun king, I piss on Louis XIV when it come to being a king so fuck you and your history pal. Louis XIV would never have held an SCW title as long as I have, so you're talking shit. I set the standard, and he couldn't live up to me even if he tried Dmitri. You're not facing him, you're facing me, focus bitch!

J2H points to his own eyes with his forefinger and middle finger.

J2H: I'm on the top of the world cause I fucking earned it, I didn't go cry about being kicked in the balls by a boss as a legit reason to get a title shot, you fucking did, little whinny bitch. You're not my thunderdome, you're not my impossible match, fuck, after watching you ramble in your last promo to me, I'm not even sure you can even hold a conversation anymore. I don't fear this match at all. I fear nothing about you. I fear nothing about this match. Hit me with everything at your disposable, electrocute me, throw me in to every inch of the cage and I'm gonna get up Dmitri. I'm going to stand up to you and walk out with my championship belt. There's nothing you have left you can give to take me out, and you know it. That's why you spent more time talking about others than you did me, because you know when my name gets stuck in your throat, you get that knot in the pit of your stomach, you get that sick, sinking feeling because you know that name, is the name that will always haunt you. It's the name that will always be your biggest downfall. It will always be the name that will keep you awake, the name that will turn you to alcohol, because you will never be able to stand up to it.

A determined look covers his face.

J2H: Does this look like a face of desperation to you? Does this look like a man who is gonna crumble?  

He points to his face as he shakes his head.

J2H: You're not that lucky Dmitri. There is not a hint of desperation in this face, not one little bit of desperation, but you having to go back to times no one cares about, you having to talk about past and present associates, it shows that you've accepted defeat against me. It shows that you are trying to avoid the fate that awaits you. You know you have already lost, you know you're already bowing out to me and just falling at my feet. Everyone can tell that all this talk of the dark side, and all this devil bullshit is just a way to hide your inadequacies. Everyone knows that it's a way to sit and deflect people from the fact that you ain't that good bro. I've walked with the devil and you ain't it and never will be Dmitri.

Confidence floods his face as he looks down the camera.

J2H: You can take your pointless rhetorical question asking ass and disappear Dmitri. I'm bored of you asking pointless questions that no one cares to know the answer. Certainly don't ask me if anything you say makes sense, because nothing you say, or have ever said to me, has make any sense at all. You spend so much time questioning yourself, it's a fucking surprise you even remember to show up. Should you devour me?

A look of disgust crosses J2H's face.

J2H: What grown man asks another grown man a fucking question like that you sick freak! Who even thinks those things, let alone let them fall out of their mouths!?  

He slowly shakes his head as he looks at the camera.

J2H: This is why people will never wanna see you as a champion and will be bowing to me in thanks that I would have saved the world from what you spit these seriously confusing words from your lips and boring the daylights out of each and every person every week. Who fucking asks if they should be baptised in my shame. You might think it was a pretty clever line but...

J2H firmly shakes his head.

J2H: I can tell you that there is not one person out there that actually found that a clever line at all. Just made people shake their heads in serious disappointment. It wasn't a smart line, it was pretty lame if I'm honest, the people feel it.

J2H shrugs his shoulders.

J2H: In fact, you're so shit at this thing, the fans are booing you so much more, you're actually turning me in to a fucking face!

He smirks as he looks down the camera once more.

J2H: This is where I save the world from you, this is where I bury your career for the good of humanity. I will do this for the people because people are sick of you.

He reaches down to the ground, picking up a handful of dirt. He stands up and looks in the hole below him.

J2H: Your career ends here, Dmitri. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He drops the dirt in to the hole and straightens up.

J2H: You will never get another shot at my title again Dmitri. That's real talk bitch.

As J2H turns and walks away, the camera drops down to the tombstone below him, the camera resting on the front of it.

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The camera fades out for the last time.